dreams linger–
sitting silently on velvety petals
shimmering and shifting–
before drifting deftly away,
and landing upon the next tender bud
Dreams
dreams linger–
sitting silently on velvety petals
shimmering and shifting–
before drifting deftly away,
and landing upon the next tender bud
spanishwoods 
softness and delicate. nice capture
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Thank you.
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Truly lovely~~
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Thank you Jet.
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When I read your poem Sylvia, I could smell the rose. There is something about that fragrance which invokes a kind of dreaming . . .. or perhaps a remembering in the heart of all that is good, beautiful and true. In any case, thank you for another inspired creation.
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Thank you Jan. 🙂
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