Roses by George Eliot
You love the roses – so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
Say hello to my first moving image, inspired by the breathtaking work of Jamie Beck
:). I know it’s not perfect, I am still working on my technique. There are more coming soon, definitely. Until they, enjoy the little poem and have a great weekend!
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