Fugitive Thoughts on My Favourite Rose

4787Beauty is its own language, and beyond words.

Description diminishes rather than enhances beauty.

To look, and see, is a prayer of thanks.

Delicacte fragility of informal geometry.

A world of loveliness enfolded in fragrance.

The precise arrangement of crumpled petals creates beauty by accident.

 

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