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This life is but a garden bed, The rain it comes and goes, But you can prick yourself on all the thorns, Or you can learn to love the rose.

♡ when i was little i pricked my fingertip on a rose @ my piano teacher's house *&* i fell in£ove*o with the rose in the sun£ight bc of all the flowers it was the only who could understand me *.

Fear locks you in chains, binds you to despair, and renders you ineffective to living out a bold life that glorifies God.

From Spring Morning poem by A. A. Milne with illustration by E. H. Shepard

From Spring Morning poem by A. Milne with illustration by E. A beautiful and short poem with a bit of philosophy hidden in there too.