Lost amongst the lichens and the mosses
She opens her petals, the day to grace
We don’t know her name
But all the same
That little white flower’s more precious than finest lace
For Pic #3, Wk 3
Lost amongst the lichens and the mosses
She opens her petals, the day to grace
We don’t know her name
But all the same
That little white flower’s more precious than finest lace
For Pic #3, Wk 3
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Lovely, we call them Weiße Lichtnelke or white carnation
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Ah, is that what it is? I thought it was a saxifrage but wasn’t at all sure
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All good
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🥰
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So delicate.
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Tiny flowers
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🌷🌷🌷
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I could not agree more. She deserves to be mentioned, even if we know not who she is 🙂 Lovely.
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Absolutely!
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A beautiful delicate poem Crispina.
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Thank you, Andrea. I really appreciate your comments. I confess, composing week after week, my brain can get a bit weak 🥰
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You’d never know it.
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Thank you. I guess after years of writing advertising copy and press releases, my brain is now trained to deliver the goods, no matter what. Besides, I spent years making up rhymes for my children…I still do it! Silly rhymes that makes then laugh
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