Still life photography by Liang Sheng.
“Far-off, most secret, and inviolate Rose,
Enfold me in my hour of hours.”
—- William Butler Yeats
You are the single rose that can make my garden.
It is graceful grief and sweet sadness to think of you, but in my heart, there is a kind of soft warmth that can’t be expressed with any choice of words.
Baby, I’m yours,
And I’ll be yours until the stars fall from the sky,
Yours until the rivers all run dry.
“A déjà-vu is usually a glitch in the Matrix. It happens when they change something.”
— The Matrix