Hajja Salesjana April-June 2022

The Rose by BettyMidler Some say love, it is a river That drowns the tender reed Some say love, it is a razor That leaves you r sou l to b leed Some say love, it is a hunger An end less ach ing need I say love, it is a flower And you, its on ly seed. It's the hea rt, afra id of breaking That never lea rns to dance It's the dream, afra id of waking That never takes the chance It's the one who won't be taken Who cannot seem to g ive And the sou l, afra id of dying That never lea rns to live. When the n ight has been too lonely And the road has been too long And you th ink that love is on ly For the lucky and the strong Just remember in the winter Fa r beneath the b itter snows Lies the seed that with the sun's love In the spring becomes the rose Photo by Karolina Grabowska - www.unsplash.com 22 April - Ġunju 2022 hajja