Thus in each flower and simple bell,
That in our path untrodden lie,
Are sweet remembrancers who tell
How fast the winged moments fly.
Time will steal on with ceaseless pace,
Yet lose we not the fleeting hours,
Who still their fairy footsteps trace,
As light they dance among the flowers.
Charlotte Turner Smith (1749–1806)
14 comments on “Among the flowers ~”
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I would like to dance among these flowers!
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I could see that. 🙂
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Me too!
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Bellissimi!
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Grazie mio cara. 🙂
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They look like petals you’d see sprinkled on a path. So pretty.
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Petals on a path, I like that. Thanks Miriam.
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Sublime!
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Thanks Cindy!
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Something nostalgic is stirred in me looking upon this.
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Lake people are deep. 😉
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They are! Hours spent watching the ripples moving across the surface or listening to the gentle lapping along the shore. Does something profound to the soul.
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Very nice
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Thank you.
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