Two days before the storm arrived,
I admired your shy, blushing beauty.
Surely you must have known it was
dangerous, foolhardy, reckless even.
How could I later resist looking
for your velvety petals in the snow?
November Rose
Two days before the storm arrived,
I admired your shy, blushing beauty.
Surely you must have known it was
dangerous, foolhardy, reckless even.
How could I later resist looking
for your velvety petals in the snow?
spanishwoods 
Both words and photo… so beautiful!
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Thank you very much!
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fleeting, vulnerable, memorable beauty
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Yes it was.
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And…”One flower couldn’t resist facing the other” Gorgeous flower and capture S.! 🙂
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Thank you…
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gloriously beautiful
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Thank you so much!
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You are welcome!
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Excellent! oh my gosh, really.
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Thank you!!
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Great symbolism for the changing of these seasons…
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Thank you.
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Perfectly captured moment in word and picture!
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Thanks so much…
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I love that! Did you look? 🙂
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Thank you, I could not find them.
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Beautifully said in the poem and shown in the picture. Love it!
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Thank you very much.
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Thank you for liking “First Snow.” Wonderful rose photo and story! It is not always easy for late bloomers. 🙂
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