Beauty of Birds Beauty of Macro
Beauty of Children Beauty of Desert
Beauty of Animals Beauty of Winter
Beauty of Women The Beauty of Man
Beauty of Children Beauty of Desert
Beauty of Animals Beauty of Winter
Beauty of Women The Beauty of Man
“Some people grumble that roses have thorns;
I am grateful that thorns have roses.”
Alphonse Karr
I am grateful that thorns have roses.”
Alphonse Karr
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Spring
Spring feels like summer even though
Playful breezes stir the tall green grass
Rich red soil feels warm beneath bare feet
Irises hidden in the forest bloom unnoticed
Never do the birds more sweetly sing
Goodbye to ice-cold winter.
Spring feels like summer even though
Playful breezes stir the tall green grass
Rich red soil feels warm beneath bare feet
Irises hidden in the forest bloom unnoticed
Never do the birds more sweetly sing
Goodbye to ice-cold winter.
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