in the mud
with a thud
lots of blood,
spilled, milled
out of life
still, I smiled
and smiled again
self professing
confessing
you can not
put me down
one of a kind
rare to find
and even in
blood burnt meat
I smell sweet
in the mud
with a thud
lots of blood,
spilled, milled
out of life
still, I smiled
and smiled again
self professing
confessing
you can not
put me down
one of a kind
rare to find
and even in
blood burnt meat
I smell sweet
Perspectives on Life, the Universe and Everything 
good question. looks pretty though
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Thank you 🙂
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Beautiful photo!
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Thank you 🙂
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Good choice in bw!
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Thank you 🙂 very kind of you 🙂
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Wonderful picture!!
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Thank you VK 🙂
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It’s a pleasure for me, AB 🙂
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🙂
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that’s definitely a rose!
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Yes, the most red you can find 🙂
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I love the texture of the petals. The small veins that make it seem almost made of paper.
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Thank you, glad that you enjoyed the image 🙂
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I love how using b/w really brings out the beauty in the little details…roses are incredible!
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Thank you, pleased that you liked it 🙂
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Stunning picture, beautifully done.
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Many thanks 🙂
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There are no words…its beautiful…I can frame it and hang it in my dining area 🙂
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Absolutely go for it, more than happy to send you Hi Res if you are serious about getting it printed 🙂
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Really…can you do that but how…
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I can send you a high resolution image to your email address which you take to a photo printing shop and they will process it for you in the size you want
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Cool…thank you thank you so much…u dont mind right…shall i give u my email address…
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I think I have your yahoo address
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Great…thank you so much…and I mean it 🙂
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as normally you don’t 🙂 all done from my end 🙂
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Interesting.
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hmmm…
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Very beautiful, both the picture and the poem. I really liked it…
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Thank you so much 😄
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While the fallen rose falls at the fall season, never falls,
the ideal rose that had risen with the passed flower
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many thanks for your kind thoughts.
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