les fleurs

Hensley's poem is just beautiful, so I thought I might post it on my blog (ay hindi nya alam hehe)

...prickles of wild roses...

 When I say:
"let us cut—
our love string".

                     Your smile succumbs,
                     petals pirouette
                                                      like cardinals leaving
                                                      a beautifully covered nest;

                     I cannot self forgive
                     for loving you until today.

I found this blue butterfly basking in my pink hibiscus, so I thought of taking a photo of it.

since when did I become a butterfly paparazzi?

  

my pink pitiminis, I don't know why they are called this name

and my november's first bloom, a yellow rose

the weeks just go too fast, and it's zadee's birthday on wednesday. I am just out of words on days like this, and maybe some simple photographs can make me express that I am thankful for a good life