I was standing near a grave , looking at a withered flower lying near my feet.
A rose.
I picked it up and ran my fingers over the delicate petals, and enchantingly,
The rose became as fresh as a newly blossomed one.
And only then did I hear someone behind me, breathing softly.
I turned and he was standing behind me.
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Celestial Romance
Romance" Their love was doubtless ethereal to a fault, imaginative to impracticability. With this natures, corporeal presence is sometimes less appealing than corporeal absence, the latter creating an ideal presence that conveniently drops the defects of t...
