The rose.
The beauty of growing roses in your garden
is during those mornings when you wake up
and a find a rose next to your nightstand,
and you realize he left it there for you.
I feel reborn this January morning (nothing to do with the rose).
posted by bizele at 1/10/2007 09:25:00 AM
6 Comments:
yeah..that must be great.I wish I woke up in this way too:)
have fun...
let me guess what it has to do with... :P
Ma thuaj dhe mua se spo i bie ne te fare; me bere kurioze
he mo dhe ju pse beni sikur se kuptoni..pale kur ben dhe ti shqipo qe i kap fjalet qe ne ajer,na shkrive:)
mire se po e them shqip se mbase kuptohet me mire:) : ej rob du dhe une te zgjohem keshtu , me lule de dhe ju.Trandafili nuk eshte kusht:)mund te jete dhe karafil:)jo per gje po per momentin me zgjon zilja e celularit qe nai dite do ta thyej se me zgjon perhere ne momentin e gjumit tim me te thelle:)
you feel reborn meqe konsumove martesen praaaa! hahahaaa!
o pika qe ste bie ty!!!
hahahahahaha
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