Sometimes cold azurite turns into a rose, Just by itself it blooms, a whim that nature shows. As if it once was alive, recalling days of yore, A stone rose: no silken softness, no scent anymore.... by Tanda

Sometimes cold azurite turns into a rose, Just by itself it blooms, a whim that nature shows. As if it once was alive, recalling days of yore, A stone rose: no silken softness, no scent anymore.... by TandaSometimes cold azurite turns into a rose, Just by itself it blooms, a whim that nature shows. As if it once was alive, recalling days of yore, A st...