Sunday's Rose

A rose petite

Fresh and sweet

Petals soft to the touch

A scent so heavenly

Delicate but crisp

So fragrant for its dainty size...

A 'patio' rose, name unknown which I rescued from the neglected and dying plants at the supermarket. It is amazing what some water and a little care will achieve, the plant is healthy now and flowers profusely.

Prose - Dianne Dawes ...♥

Without Asking

Sem Perguntar - João Pedro Pais

Without asking, know your news,

I read in signs forgotten here.

This distance is nothing that hurts,

I cannot exist without you.

If your voice belongs to someone else,

Your silence it cannot belong.

The landscape is a word for nothing

I did not tell you. Wanted never know.

Where are you, I do not see you

You walk away in your wander,

Seeking only in my desire,

Only in I know you find.

This goodbye continues today

The farewell had any name

Slowly, the time runs away,

Flee you and I who am lost.

I have so many dreams saved,

I have so many memories of you,

The resumption postponed plans

And I start to imagine you here.

Where are you, I do not see you

You walk away in your wander,

Seeking only in my desire,

Only in I know you find.

Thank you dear friend Antonio Gomes from Existe Sempre Um Lugar for introducing me to this beautiful song. 

Posted by Dianne ... ♥