Dried Roses

In the box

grandma’s dried roses, funny

how they too

remind me of

Spring

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2 Responses to Dried Roses

  1. janez says:

    krasna in tudi sam se mnogokrat ob kakšni posušeni cvetici spomnim na pomlad, saj ta prinaša nova življenja in naravo preplavi s silno energijo, voljo, željo ali pa smo z nagonom po ohranitvi in nadaljevanju

  2. Sabina says:

    Mene vse, kar diši po babici spominja na pomlad🙂. Veliko cvetlic je imela in vse so se zazbohotile na njihovem vrtu, jasno, In … sem še iz časov, ko so vse babice nosile predpasnike s cvetličnimi vzorčki🙂.
    Ampak, Tanja, saj že diši po pomladi. Le zjutraj prezgodaj ne pokukaj ven🙂
    Želim ti prijazen dan!

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