Friday, April 26, 2013

Sui generis;

Pink rose, old rose of silky hues
gone are the days of dancing under stars;
No foolish laughter, no singing voice
clings to the heavy boughs to pay their dues.

Pink rose, old rose, sad rose
wait for a breath of morning dew;
 Your time and ancient ways
of hope and subtle dreams to woo.

Red rose pink rose, sad rose,
petals fall and withered; 
Silver splendour, golden shine 
abandoned unconsidered.  Titania

Sui generis "Of its own kind," unique;

©Photos/text Ts

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