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A Million of Scarlet Roses - (by OneWomanMan)
Once upon a time there was a painter. He was rich in a small house and canvases and he was in love with an actress who loved flowers. He sold his house and paintings for love, and was left without a roof over his head. Then he spent all his money for flowers… a sea of flowers. When she woke up in the morning and looked out of the window she thought she was crazy. She thought she was still dreaming because a square was full of flowers. Her soul grew cold, she was at a loss. She wondered who was that rich man behaving in a queer way. But it was not a rich guy, it was a poor artist standing by the window and breathing hardly.
Their meeting was short because she had to take a train at night but she remembered forever a crazy story about roses.
Since then the painter lived lonely in poverty but there was the whole square of flowers in his memory.
The moral of the story is that one who is in love with you will turn his life into a million of scarlet roses for you!
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Posted on 1 June, 2006, 4:43 am by OneWomanMan
Author: OneWomanMan
Category: Sad & Suicide
He was older than her - (by OneWomanMan)
He was older than her. She was pretty, her petite body was a home for her soul. They were walking together and didn’t quarrel about trifles. And people around said: “What a wonderful couple!” And there’s only one trouble driving him mad – he loved her but she loved flying in the nights. He suffered every time when it was going dark. He couldn’t sleep and closed the window for the night. He cried and drank a bitter tea in the kitchen while she was flying in the nights. Then she swore in the morning that time was the last. He forgave her but the darkness fell again and she flied away despite everything. And he kept giving her the bouquets of roses, purchased her perfume, devoted songs to her and read poems. He caught at a straw like an utter fool. He feared one day she would forget a way back home in the full moon. Once at night it happened just so. He couldn’t eat for 3 days and couldn’t sleep for 3 nights. He was sitting by the window and looked at the sky. He repeated her name over and over again and waited for her on a window ledge. And when the moon was declining, he stepped out of the window as she used to do but he flied down… not up…- Read full story | 2 comments
Posted on 11 May, 2006, 1:29 am by OneWomanMan
Author: OneWomanMan
Category: Sad & Suicide
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