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As the warm sun ray of light smiling on me….
I saw you in bloom
Thank to Allah ‘azza wajalla who creates you
Day after day just running fast and I’ve never realized how beautiful you are
But you are still there…
Wait for me just to stare at you..calmly
You hold your last curvy petal
Until….
Until too late for me to just realize how beautiful you are
But your story has never dies
Because every man had a dream of you
A man who want to make a pleasant gift for his wife
With the beauty of you
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Beautiful orchids
Let me see you again
Even for the last time
See you bloom
Again
Just as I wonder
whether it’s going to die,
the orchid blossoms
and I can’t explain why
it moves my heart, why such pleasure
comes from one small bud
on a long spindly stem, one
blood red gold flower
opening at mid-summer,
tiny, perfect in its hour.
Even to a white-haired craggy poet,
it’s purely erotic,
pistil and stamen, pollen,
dew of the world, a spoonful
of earth, and water.
Erotic because there’s death
at the heart of birth,
drama in those old sunrise
prisms in wet cedar boughs,
deepest mystery
in washing evening dishes
or teasing my wife,
who grows, yes, more beautiful
because one of us will die.
The Orchid Poem by Sam Hill
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Dedicated for my Wife Ummu Albanie
Now I realize why Women love flowers to death
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Gema Pesona
Beautiful Friday Morning
and it’s a Holiday
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Beautiful orchids. The colour is beautiful.
Hi Anita,
Thank you, it’s my pleasure to share it with you. I took the picture from my garden. Thanks for visiting my blog