quote:Roses whisper to me:*Come close to my skininhale my fragrance then faintremember in dreams*Get lost in my fireadmire my beauty and sighpassion burns your core*My petals of silkopen wide to your keen eyes’ethereal touch*Whispers in the breezeshare secrets of my heart tunesing my song’s refrain*Sip at my colourspour them onto your canvaslet me be your muse
“For a lovely bowl
Let us arrange these flowers...
For there is no rice”
― Bashō Matsuo,
... But this rose is an extra. Its smell and its color are an embellishment of life, not a condition of it. It is only goodness which gives extras, and so I say again that we have much to hope from the flowers.”
― Arthur Conan Doyle