The only thorns which hurt me,
are the ones which don't get out,
which don't leave my body,
even when I shout.
This photos is really amazing. i think it describes a lot of things in life. We always associate thorns with roses but here there aren't any roses. All that we have here are leaves blood red, Instead of those roses. Which is according to me the truth of life. You never do get roses, it's always the leaves and the thorns. Leaves indicate beauty too but they indicate it in more of that subtle way, for which you need to take a closer look. Open your eyes and open your mind.


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