White Lily I-a
© 2005, David J. Bookbinder

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Elizabeth said…
Forgotten Language

Once I spoke the language of the flowers,
Once I understood each word the caterpillar said,
Once I smiled in secret at the gossip of the starlings,
And shared a conversation with the housefly
in my bed.
Once I heard and answered all the questions
of the crickets,
And joined the crying of each falling dying
flake of snow,
Once I spoke the language of the flowers. . . .
How did it go?
How did it go?

-Shel Silverstein
Basket said…
Bon jour. Le temps amer que je vois.

Chercher le temps et quelques comment terrien ici.

Blog agréable.

Je devrai revenir plus tard.
Anonymous said…
Great Picture! I was seeking for Flowers pictures and find your site. Its reealy great

Continue Working Flower Mandala Project!

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