Wings on the Edge


Photography by Svetlana Belyaeva 


Life is a party on the edge of tears.
Red is the perfect color for kiss and cry.

A rose would never bloom without rain.

©Susie Clevenger 2019

The Sunday Muse #71

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  1. Carrie Van HornSeptember 2, 2019 at 9:56 AM

    That first line is brilliant and true! This is lovely Susie! I love it!

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  2. Magaly GuerreroSeptember 2, 2019 at 12:42 PM

    We need those storms, to remind us we're alive, to help us grow (strong).

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  3. tonispencerSeptember 3, 2019 at 1:40 PM

    We need the rain to make the roots go deep and strengthen us. My husband's roses love the rain and have started their series of blooming and will bloom until November, if we get rain!

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