Roses in the Dust I slide my finger thruogh the dust, A world so small, rattled by my hand. Carving lines, drawing a rose. How unpredictable #life will be, When someone else draws a rose in mine.
Roses in the Dust I slide my finger thruogh the dust, A world so small, rattled by my hand. Carving lines, drawing a rose. How unpredictable #life will be, When someone else draws a rose in mine.