Wednesday, December 12, 2007

Lotus flower III

Mud fails to touch and soil its perfect hue.
A gentleman lives up to its proud name.
Wind wafts its scent on quiet moonlit nights.
Its wealth is purity, unmatched by all

Nguyen Trai, "The lotus".


Christina said...

In the winter what I want the most is color - and after that, flowers.

thank you for your blog.


Christina said...

PS And don't blush but I think your new photo is nice. viva Marcelo!

runnerfrog said...

The blank canvas of winter can't wait for the metaphysical colours of your heart.
Thank _you_ for that. ;-)

I still blush, Marcelo doesn't :-D

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