FranKophone

I have loved flowers that fade, Within whose magic tents Rich hues have marriage made With sweet unmemoried scents: A honeymoon delight, A joy of love at sight, That ages in an hour My song be like a flower ! I have loved airs that die Before their charm is writ Along a liquid sky Trembling to welcome it. Notes, that with pulse of fire Proclaim the spirit's desire, Then die, and are nowhere My song be like an air ! Die, song, die like a breath, And wither as a bloom ; Fear not a flowery death, Dread not an airy tomb ! Fly with delight, fly hence ! 'Twas thine love's tender sense To feast; now on thy bier Beauty shall shed a tear.

I was collecting all flowers nature could offer me in this garden. I always counted them. Then came the seventy-fifth one. There was nothing so special about it .Except that I wanted to thank all those who had made my experience beautiful. T he flowers in my hand H eralded an era of friendship, A strong bond of trust. N ostalgia grips me- K aleidoscope of memories S et to glimmer my life . I would like share with you an excerpt from a blogger friend who has added a new zeal to my blogging journey. I’ve already sent it to most of my friends but I’m impelled to post it here again. P.S Anwesa this if or you You have literally been a turning point in my life, So Here is an acrostic only for you 'ANWESA' A s the fragrance of the rose, she makes her presence felt N atural she is, without a ounce of lie W orld seems to slow down, when you read what she writes E verything from her name to her writing, feels like a sweet melody S mart, Subtle and Simply Superb you are, A n aura you cre...