
Dead rose petals. Razor-sharp rocks. Tunnels under the city and the far sunset. The sky cries. Some say it causes rainbows. Dreams, I suppose. It’s a hard and miserable world and our hearts are so vulnerable! © Frédéric Georges Martin ~ Illustration: Two roses on a tablecloth (Edouard Manet, c1883)
Vulnerable — WORDS IN THE LIGHT
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