Saturday, 29 June 2013

Yellow Is The colour

Yellow flowers
greet 
the rising sun
and 
become
 one
with the waxing moon.
 Long 
are the hours
of 
the torrid afternoon.
 A little 
torment
a little 
pain
of passion 
unspent.
Drenched 
in rain
 a potent soul
makes me whole
again
ⒸRose

16 comments:

  1. a little passion ... a little pain ... the story of life ... this is so simple yet so deep ... beautiful dearest Rose ... :)

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    1. Thank you dear Moon, it is always so nice to hear from you :)

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  2. What an utterly fabulous shot.

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  3. Oh to be one of those beautiful yellow flowers!
    To live so simply beneath the Sun and Moon...and not have to FEEL...
    Stunning, Rose.
    Simply stunning:)

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    1. Thank you Ygraine, but perhaps it is good to feel :)

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  4. "a potent soul makes me whole again"

    A potent soul helped make me whole again. I say that to you Rose for your kind inquiries while I was away. Thank you Rose.

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    1. Awww, you are so sweet, it's good to see you Gnome.
      My pleasure :)

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  5. Oh lovely, both the photo and the poem.

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  6. Yes, a common experience, but so beautifully expressed.

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    1. Thank you Dave, much appreciate your visits :)

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