Flowers are Love's truest language; they betray,
Like the divining rods of Magi old,
Where precious wealth lies buried, not of gold,
But love--strong love, that never can decay!
Sonnet--Flowers, Love's Truest Language
Wednesday 25 July 2007
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5 comments:
Nice paint strokes, love the colors!
Lovely colors and texture, very smooth and milky. Very sweet illo...
Beautiful--both the picture and the poem. Lovely take on the topic.
simply...lovely!
me gusta mucho el silencio de tus dibujos, enhorabuena.
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