Nature, whose sweet rains fall of just and unjust alike, will have clefts in the rocks where I may hide, and secret valleys in whose silence I may weep undetected. She will hang the night with stars so that I may walk abroad in the darkness without stumbling, and send the wind over my footprints so that none may track me to my hurt: she will cleanse me in great waters, and with bitter herbs make me whole.
Oscar Wilde, "De Profundis"
Irish dramatist, novelist, & poet (1854 - 1900)
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Hi Titania, that's very gorgeous rose with rain drops. Beautiful colour. Thanks for sharing the poem.
ReplyDeleteHave a wonderful week ahead,regards.
Amelia
Amelia, thank you for stopping by.
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