
A Rose and Milton
From the generations of roses
That are lost in the depths of time
I want one saved from oblivion,
One spotless rose, of all things
That ever were. Fate permits me
The gift of choosing for once
That silent flower, the last rose
That Milton held before him,
Unseen. O vermilion, or yellow
Or white rose of a ruined garden,
Your past still magically remains
Forever shines in these verses,
Gold, blood, ivory or shadow
As if in his hands, invisible rose.
Jorge Luis Borges

Such beautiful words and pictures!
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Thank you Constance.
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This poem touched my soul. Thank you so much.
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You’re most welcome and thank you for the kind words.
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Gorgeous roses and beautiful sentiment!
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Thanks Tiny. I’ve been loving your osprey series.
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You’re very kind.
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I love the invisible rose,what a great phrase
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Indeed Sheldon, it is.
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Very beautiful, both the rose and image.
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Thank you very much.
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gorgeous photo!
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Thanks Elizabeth.
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Oh boy… Beautiful
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Thanks.
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beyond beautiful and perfect!!
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Thank you Cybele.
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Que coisa mais linda!!!!! The flower, the poem; all together….
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Muito obrigado.
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🙂 🙂
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