Gather ye roses while ye may,
Old time is still a flying;
A world where beauty fleets away.



Is no world for denying
come lads and lasses,full to play
lose no more time in sighing.



The very flowers you pluck today
Tomorrow will be drying;
And all the flowers are saying'
and the leaves have tongues to say;
Gather Ye Roses while ye may..
By Robert Louis Stevenson

May the Spirits always walk at your side!!

Thank you for walking this path with me!

  



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