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Notes11/12/2019
Santalwalti
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Santalwalti
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A rose in the change of the seasons
Dense flower fields in the valley of roses
Opulence in bluish-red tones
Roses over roses as far as the eye can see
The wind roams the plane
Every rose tree awakens to life
Starts to breathe, exhales
Fragrances the earth, transforms the air < br /> An air of deliciously spicy sweetness
What a waste
Heart and mind are bewitched
Rose bushes spoil the eye
Let the nostrils tremble
It blooms and shines beautifully. This is the evening rose...
But the late summer is coming
The roses want to say goodbye
Want to leave their lush flowering behind
Want to become still, rest, gather strength
The nights become damp, almost wet
The moon appears like a piece of gold paper
So clear and beautiful and strangely far
Also he changes the field
The foliage of the rose, it becomes dark green
Receiving its new, warm wort
The rosewood strikes out, wants to grow
Again the fragrance changes balsamic-strong
In the morning the dew pearls, throws its nets out
Kissing, caressing, stroking - the field shines like this
Autumn comes, lies down in the made-up bed
Berries, apples and pears open their fruit
In the evening grey fog rises to
Like swathes of smoke they swirl through the air
There clouds rise from the earth to
Painting balls before the eyes, flickering, colorful
It blooms and shines beautifully. That's the evening rose...
***
Thank you, dear Aolani, for letting me meet this evening rose. I love wearing this scent so much right now. A beautiful fragrance of roses above ground, always oscillating between sweetness, spice, balsamic, cool night dampness and warming embers, yet miraculously radiating peace and tranquillity, the kind one could only wish for at the end of an exhausting day.
Opulence in bluish-red tones
Roses over roses as far as the eye can see
The wind roams the plane
Every rose tree awakens to life
Starts to breathe, exhales
Fragrances the earth, transforms the air < br /> An air of deliciously spicy sweetness
What a waste
Heart and mind are bewitched
Rose bushes spoil the eye
Let the nostrils tremble
It blooms and shines beautifully. This is the evening rose...
But the late summer is coming
The roses want to say goodbye
Want to leave their lush flowering behind
Want to become still, rest, gather strength
The nights become damp, almost wet
The moon appears like a piece of gold paper
So clear and beautiful and strangely far
Also he changes the field
The foliage of the rose, it becomes dark green
Receiving its new, warm wort
The rosewood strikes out, wants to grow
Again the fragrance changes balsamic-strong
In the morning the dew pearls, throws its nets out
Kissing, caressing, stroking - the field shines like this
Autumn comes, lies down in the made-up bed
Berries, apples and pears open their fruit
In the evening grey fog rises to
Like swathes of smoke they swirl through the air
There clouds rise from the earth to
Painting balls before the eyes, flickering, colorful
It blooms and shines beautifully. That's the evening rose...
***
Thank you, dear Aolani, for letting me meet this evening rose. I love wearing this scent so much right now. A beautiful fragrance of roses above ground, always oscillating between sweetness, spice, balsamic, cool night dampness and warming embers, yet miraculously radiating peace and tranquillity, the kind one could only wish for at the end of an exhausting day.
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