“I can’t feel a thing;
All mournful petal storms are dancing
inside the very private spring of my head.”


~ Franz Kafka ~


000 petals plucked

Digitally enhanced image created from a photo taken in June 2021.

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One thought on “PETALS PLUCKED

  1. “The delicate thought, that cannot find expression, for ruder speech too fair, that, like thy petals, trembles in possession, and scatters on the air.” ~ Bret Harte

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