Music when Soft Voices Die (To –)
Percy Bysshe Shelley
Music, when soft voices die,
Vibrates in the memory
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heaped for the belovèd’s bed;
And so thy thoughts, when thou art gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Maverick Mist 
Happy Friday the 13th! My all time favorite, the yellow rose! Beautiful photos, lovely poem and wonderful music! I hope that it has been a terrific Friday so far. ~ Mia
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Happy Friday the 13th Mia! Hopefully you avoided Jason today. 🙂 Friday’s are usually good to me. Thank you for the kind words. This will be our last Friday evening before vacation so I hope you have a beautiful, lovely, peaceful, pleasant, super duper evening my friend. 🙂
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Thank you for the 13th wishes! I did, ha-ha! 🙂 Oh, so glad that Friday’s are good to you. Friday should have a word with Monday about that. Our last Friday evening that’s right. We’ll always have Paris, no wait, we’ll always have tomorrow and at least six more of them. Likewise, I hope you have a beautiful, lovely, peaceful, pleasant, super duper evening as well. Always with admiration and *Hugs*. ❤
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Ha ha, https://youtu.be/93WuCPokDr0 The admiration is mutual Torch Singer. 😉 Here’s looking at you kid. 🙂 *Big Hugs* ❤
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Thank you, a marvelous movie, such a wonderful video. I love it, so very thoughtful. Thank you again! *Big Hugs* *Big Hugs* ❤
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Beautiful shot ~ the first line is perfect with the photos “Music, when soft voices die, Vibrates in the memory” Wish you a great weekend ahead.
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Thank you Randall. Hope you also have a great weekend.
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Such pretty light💕
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Thank you Seonaid. 🙂
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