Rose by theredcamera


A thing of beauty is a joy for ever;
It's loveliness increases; it will keep
A bower quiet for us, and a sleep
Full of sweet dreams, and health, and quiet breathing.
Therefore, on every morrow, are we wreathing,
A flowery band to bind us to the earth
John Keats
Lovely! Makes me wonder what color it is.
May 27th, 2020  
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