Tell me the secret of your perfection, implored Princess Haiku,
but the flowers were silent as immortality.
Eventually the moon drifted into dense cloud and Princess Haiku fell asleep,
dreaming of petal skin and magenta solitude.
Saturday, October 16, 2010
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I LOVED this. How beautiful these flowers are. I especially loved this..."dreaming of petal skin and magenta solitude."
Magenta solitude...just perfect!
Season's edges
this edge
queen anns lace
still blooms
__Lovely photos and thought, Princess! _m
Hey,
I like your blog..
Please, if you're interested, visit my blog where I write haiku poetry and give me your opinion :)
www.of-pictorial.blogspot.com
So beautiful!
This brilliant phrase is necessary just by the way
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