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Vibrates in the memory --
Odours, when sweet violets sicken,
Live within the sense they quicken.
Rose leaves, when the rose is dead,
Are heap'd for the beloved's bed;
And so thy thoughts when thou are gone,
Love itself shall slumber on.
Ahh...
Thank you, Bri, Thank you!
Mauh!
Mauh! Right back at ya ~Me!
but i must give kudos to the person with the poem that was excalent
and the picture is just amazing how you seem to capture the true essence of the place in all of its beauty and destuction its absoulutly gourgous!!!!
but then again you do that with every picture you take mr. motts ;)