The wild rose


The wild rose

Caged man ran from his cage, he ran to the Rhine river and he sought solitude from the noises of the city. He prayed to the river, “Please take me to the sea. Allow the weight of my useless life to be clean and for me to see, the open sea and to breathe in the salty ocean air.”

He looked to the river bank and he saw a single red rose and he went to the rose and he touched the leaves softly. He told the rose, a Indian Summer in Germany. My fainting heart is so damn tire and I need to rest. He heard a warm and gentle whisper, a voice of a angel. He looked-up and he saw a celestial beauty and he asked her. Are you real dear lady? Can we find kindness in the mess of life?

She sat down near…

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