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Just perfect for love!

posted by hardilaziz on June 18, 2009 at 11:37 PM | link to this | reply

Beautiful...

posted by mneme on June 18, 2009 at 9:53 PM | link to this | reply

Thoughts here lovely as the roses!

posted by Straightforward on June 17, 2009 at 7:10 PM | link to this | reply

Azur
This one, like so many of the others, are really poems filled with mystery...

posted by Nautikos on June 17, 2009 at 6:44 PM | link to this | reply

Sam
Come and sit on the moon with me, sounds good. lovely poem. I can never understand romance too.

posted by shobana on June 16, 2009 at 7:16 PM | link to this | reply

Very moving :-)

posted by Sinome on June 15, 2009 at 9:28 PM | link to this | reply

Azur
Really touching and beautiful. A rose - a flower of love.

posted by shobana on June 15, 2009 at 8:04 PM | link to this | reply

captivating words

posted by PlumpyNutCase on June 15, 2009 at 11:00 AM | link to this | reply

Love the rose theme, but especially the glass cage and
the one's refusal to touch -- it was chilling.  strikes a minor chord in a major way.

posted by Pat_B on June 15, 2009 at 10:59 AM | link to this | reply

Very touching and beautful. And thanks for your comment on my 'dilemma'. It's much appreciated and here is a rose for you.

posted by vogue on June 15, 2009 at 3:17 AM | link to this | reply

Fantastic! I love what Taps said! Somewhere in the world a neon bulb is lit as well! sam

posted by sam444 on June 14, 2009 at 8:32 PM | link to this | reply

Roses have so much meaning to so many people.
The rose speaks of love silently, in a language known only to the heart. ~Unknown

posted by TAPS. on June 14, 2009 at 5:54 PM | link to this | reply

The roses are crying, their petals as tears............my soul cries,
looking for you. Love is purely language......nothing has grace..........your love is purely language.

Here


posted by benzinha on June 14, 2009 at 5:42 PM | link to this | reply

Summer is ending, I return to the garden, knowing that I should cry
because I know that you don't want to return to me....Roses don't speak.....

posted by benzinha on June 14, 2009 at 5:38 PM | link to this | reply