The language of rose petals.

Portland ME

Description

Twelve years ago, I saw rose petals on the ground as I entered a door. Last month I saw rose petals as I walked out my apartment door. The message was loud and clear. But I wanted words to read, so that I know it is from you. The woman whose name shed's petals to adore. Those petals and the one who saw them needs the touch of healing hands, To the cactus, from the pine tree, those rose petals spoke, and they were heard.