O Hear the softly falling rain, their kiss, the earth sublime,
Promise of the seedling new, arise from the dirt and grime.
Or the ever artful wind, from sea to the heavens climb,
Both young and old, life’s circle true, bound, the cords of time.
~ D.F.
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That is so pretty. The petals are so delicate and the colour is amazing.
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Thanks! Glad you like them. 😊
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Beautiful poem, Daniël, to accompany the lovely flowers.
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Thank you, Francina. Have a blessed day! 😊
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