I’m a rose

A sepal, petal, and a thorn Upon a common summer’s morn — A flask of dew — a bee or two — A Breeze — a caper in the trees — And I’m a… Continue reading →

As a drop of dew

Let your life lightly dance on the edges of Time like dew on the tip of a leaf. Rabindranath Tagore * *

A last rose and not only

Roses are ancient symbols of love and beauty. “Rose“ means pink or red in a variety of languages (such as Romance languages, Greek, and Polish). In the lyric ghazal, it is the beauty of the rose that provokes the longing song… Continue reading →