Whilst this world was young,
Before names could fall from human tongue,
There was no I, nor thou, nor thee,
Only flower and grass and tree.
No sound but sweet refrain,
Of wind and sea and rain,
No less a flower without a name,
A living beauty just the same.
This entry was posted on July 10, 2016 by Graham in Hats. It was filed under Flora, Flowers, natural history, Photography and was tagged with blue flower, photography, poetry, purple flower.
Wow – gorgeous!
July 12, 2016 at 15:07
A lucky find. I think I just caught it as it began to open. 🙂
July 12, 2016 at 16:22
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