A sea of roses
in high summer,
heavy, heady,
pink
perfumed,
dew-dropped
wreaths of soft waves
never ending.
They nod and smile,
I Love
Forever
and Always,
They say,
scenting
certainty
with desire,
Promising endlessly,
endlessly
more
than today.
Text and images by M.P. Baecker © 2017
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So very lovely!
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Thank you! Surprisingly, most of the roses in the garden became brown and wilted the day after I took the pictures! I was lucky to capture them at the right moment!
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Wow!
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