The guests are gone from the pavilion high,
In the small garden flowers are whirling around.
Along the winding path the petals lie;
To greet the setting sun, they drift up from the ground.
Heartbroken, I cannot bear to sweep them away;
From my eyes, spring soon disappears.
I pine with passing, heart’s desire lost for aye;
Nothing is left but a robe stained with tears.
Falling Flowers
9th Century Chinese Poet Li Shang-Yin.
Captured: July 23, 2008.
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I’m admittedly not a huge poetry fan, but I’m a fan of that pic.
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It looks almost like a painting.
I am a poetry fan, and that piece is a perfect fit.
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I love water lilies. The lilies and lotuses are blooming at a park here right now, and it’s one of my favorite places at the moment. So gorgeous.
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This, I have to admit, together with the complimentary poem, is one of the best pictures you have ever shot. It tells about China more than a 1000 page essay.
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This is totally serene methinks
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