Gone the color, gone the beauty, gone the face that follows the sun. But we who spend special moments gazing at the glory of helianthus Know that come next spring they will return once the winter’s done. Log in to Reply
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Gone the color, gone the beauty, gone the face that follows the sun.
But we who spend special moments gazing at the glory of helianthus
Know that come next spring they will return once the winter’s done.
Beautiful picture and a beautiful comment too Helianthus.