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Title
When I Was Young... I Picked A Rose
Artist
Lorenzo Williams
Medium
Photograph - Photography
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When I was young... I picked a rose, she closed my eyes... opened my nose... and then... she was gone. The winds... a song, that swept her along, and all that was right... went so wrong. Since I could not feel... feel... feel her any more. Now I look... in my garden bed, it's easy to see, without my Rose... my garden's bed... is sprouting dread... and dreadfully dead . Yet... if only... I could see... her blossoms... her beauty, what a blessing that would be, but again, again I look... and it's all in vain... looking for a withered fantasy. I'm looking for... the rose... I picked... a long... long time ago. Why? Why do I... seem to be, the only one that doesn't see... what... what she did to me, to lose... what was... so right. So now, my only wish... is to dream... to dream of her tonight. Look! In my bed... in my garden... there's Jasmine and there's Daisy, moaning mournful Lily... that daily gaily comes. Truly I care nothing, should they all fade away... fade along with the day... that has left me numb, when I picked a Rose... with my hand... but held her not... under my thumb. (llw)
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July 25th, 2015
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Durbuy, Lu - Belgium
Stunning photography!......l/f......Beth
Lorenzo Williams replied:
Thank you very much. The comment coming from one that has mastered "floral" photography means a lot to me. Thanks
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