Night Bloom March 28, 2016March 14, 2018 ~ Ali Grimshaw In the dark night raining. Each flower drinks in, readying itself for dawn. With no eyes to witness, the gentle petals imbibe. A secret kept to themselves. © Ali Grimshaw 2016 Send a poem to your friends. Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest More Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Like Loading...
Thank you Lisa for your reflection. It is a quiet beauty.
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Quiet beauty.
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