January 19, 2016 / 11 comments Camille Victorious Promised by Winter, A gentle bed in which to bloom Bruises dark in morning light He had turned harsh, Cold in the night. She persists and blooms despite His fervent attempts to gloom Her glistening beauty in his sight. Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Misty Ridge Musings 
I have never seen more ravishing photographs of flowers.
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Thank you, Ed. Ravishing is an appropriate term here, don’t you think?
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Wow, this poem sents chills down my spine. And the photo’s are awesome!!!
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Thank you, Brian. The camellias were pretty inspiring this winter. They persisted regardless of what winter threw their way.
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I must comment on your text. LOVE IT.
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so beautiful and excellent details 🙂
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Thank you so much, Joshi!
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One more comment. Earlier I referred to your ” text “. Should have said ” poem “. I fine, beautiful, and knowing poem it is.
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Text is fine, Ed. Poem is pretty lofty.
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I would love to see more from you, Nadia. Hope you’re well. ❤
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Thank you so much, Sabiscuit. I would love to see more from me, too. 🙂
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