This is my favorite in your series of rose photographs. The star rose was pretty cool as well, however the soft pink color of this rose really does it for me.

-E

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More crisp than the other shot. Like it more as well.

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mongolShawn
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mmm, reminds me of summer days (and nights), when the heavenly smell of evening scented stock just rises and consumes you.

Poem for you, reminding me of summer nights with your perfect rose. It is a madrigal.

When Summer Nights Were High

I’ve dreamt of you more nights than I
admit, those nights when I saw you,
just you, when summer nights were high;

those nights when just your smallest sigh
ignites in me that passion new;
I’ve dreamt of you more nights than I
admit, those nights when I saw you,

and wondering if your passion’d cry
might tell a tale of you more true
than I could pry with gaudy lie;
I’ve dreamt of you more nights than I
admit, those nights when I saw you,
just you, when summer nights were high.

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