How does it happen that the birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?
-Victor Hugo
How does it happen that the birds sing, that snow melts, that the rose unfolds, that the dawn whitens behind the stark shapes of trees on the quivering summit of the hill?
-Victor Hugo
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Tagged as rose blossom, rose petals, rose photograph, yellow pink rose
Beautiful quote and photo! Here we had more snow today.