Today I am staring out the window(it is snowing, for the first time this year), I found this poem from
George Eliot, and I was wondering what it could possibly be like if roses were to fall from the sky...
Roses By George Eliot
You love the roses--so do I. I wish
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
The sky would rain down roses, as they rain
From off the shaken bush. Why will it not?
Then all the valley would be pink and white
And soft to tread on. They would fall as light
As feathers, smelling sweet; and it would be
Like sleeping and like waking, all at once!
What a contrast to snow, right?
Well just a thought...Also I have been coming up with a couple of ideas for an Etsy shop.
I am usually drawn to whimsical crafts. And have always been drawn to hair pieces such as these.
It reminds me of Shakespeare and his "Midsummer's night dream".
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