I wish the sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; And it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
From the poem: Roses By: George Eliot
Nice photos and you chose lovely poem by Eliot !
ReplyDeleteThank you Nadezda, this is just a simple wild rose bush, the only rose I have in my garden, but it makes the most beautifully coloured flowers all summer long :)
DeleteLubię też dzikie róże. Bardzo ładne zdjęcia. Pozdrawiam.
ReplyDeleteI also like the wild roses. Very nice pictures. Yours.
Thank you Giga, their simplicity is what makes them beautiful to me :)
DeleteBeautiful sentiments. They are such pretty flowers with all their different colors.
ReplyDeleteThank you, everything about them is soft (except for the thorns, of course!)
DeleteFrom Japan. Hear from the poem and novel. I love your poem is wonderful.
ReplyDeleteThank you, I thought the words went well with the pictures too! Nice to meet you :)
DeleteBoth photos are gorgeous!
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