You find a flower half-buried in leaves,
And in your eye its very fate resides.
Loving beauty, you caress the bloom;
Soon enough, you’ll sweep petals from the floor.
Terrible to love the lovely so,
To count your own years, to say “I’m old,”
To see a flower half-buried in leaves
And come face to face with what you are.
– Hanshan
Maverick Mist 
What a tender poem. ‘Loving beauty, you caress the bloom;
Soon enough, you’ll sweep petals from the floor.’
Sure enough, that is what we do when we love the lovely so…!
Gorgeous images.. 🙂
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Thank you for the nice comment Carolyn. 🙂
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Bellissime parole!
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Sono d’accordo, grazie. 🙂
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Your images echo the words beautifully! I love the contrast of color against the brown leaves, very symbolic of the cycle of life. Lovely post! I hope you’re enjoying your day! ~ Mia 🙂
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Thank you for the positive review Mia. Hope you enjoyed whatever it was you did today. Your comment’s a delightful night cap for a Wed day. Have a wonderful evening. 🙂
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You’re welcome and thank you. Wishing you a wonderful evening as well. 🙂
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What a contrast with the brown withered leaves and the fresh colorful flowers! They perhaps mirrow youth and old age. And a lovely poem to go with the photographic message
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I really like your analogy Jo, thank you. 🙂
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