Fallen bougainvillea blossoms
Run and tumble down the alley
In a soft rattle, pushed by a breeze
Wings of happy thoughts
Laughing as they roll
Chattering on the move…
Sprites’ hats or purses
Even skirts for some
Peaches and soft pinks blend
Like petals of fading roses
Yet a beauty of their own
Eclipses the standard
In early spring, the blooms
Arrested attention demanded
A marveled hungry visual exploration
Of their vibrant hues of passion
As they reached for the sun
Now cut off from the wood
That fed them they still hold promises
In quiet subtle shades of softness
They call for a touch to hear
The whispers of pages turning
In their faded pinks of sunsets
They still invite dreamy wishes
Like old flames fondly remembered.
unbuttoned or undone 
Completement sublime.
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J’adore te faire plaisir. Merci
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Love it!!
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Has it been a month? really? Thank you my friend, it means a lot to me that you stop by and check where I am in my journey. Much love always.
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Dude it looks like grapefruit on my phone lol
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Haha “chattering on the move” they really do! Great observation. Hey what are those ga-roovy plants next to the b’villea? Looks like a kind of a cactus-weed we get here.
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Aww, come on!! Time to get glasses or a new phone dude! My pix weren’t that bad.
Not a cacti. It’s an herb with a very woody stem. It smells a little like sage and something else quite strong. It’s not wormwood, but it is in the artemisia (what? genus? family? not sure).
Oh, and thank you. 🙂
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Ooh artemisia, I love that stuff.
New phone for def! The close up of the leaves looked like grapefruit meat, which made me hungry for grapefruit I did not have. Tragic.
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This is wonderful
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Thank you D. Glad you liked it. Smiles.
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Bougainvillea are sprites hats… So perfect!
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You are sooo easy John! Mention sprites and you are happy!
But thank you.
I mean it.
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Ah, such a beautiful portrait you paint with your words, Emm, from the wonder of a spring sunrise, to the rosy glow of sunset…, marvelous !!!
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So glad you liked it Paul. I am surrounded by a lot of beauty, so… well, you know.
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In their faded pinks of sunsets
They still invite dreamy wishes
Like old flames fondly remembered.
This just finished me an Willy. We actually sighed in two-part harmony. Wee dragons are so sentimental. I suppose I am as well 🙂
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Wee dragons are irresistible! And you may be too, I don’t know… In any case, I am so glad that you stopped by and sang the song of faded, and yet lovely shades of old flames.
And I am thrilled to bits that the song made you sigh.
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