a young amaranth was planted in a garden near a beautiful rose, and said to it,
"what a lovely flower is the rose, a favorite with both gods and with men.
I envy your beauty and your fragrance."
the rose replied,
"I do indeed, dear amaranth, flourish. but only for a brief season.
I must perish always an early doom.
you are immortal and will never fade, but will bloom forever in renewed youth."
long life is valued over beauty.
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Short Storyit is not only fine feathers that make fine birds. -aesop || ty loves for 4k:)💞✨
