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romantic pansy

Pansies...
When I read about meaning of flowers, I can see those scenes from the past. Two people,  like romantic characters from love poems. Just imagine, Victorian times, park full of sunshine, singing birds, smell of fresh flowers and among all that young girl who's been given a bunch of flowers. In this bunch she finds a symbol of a secret love-pansy. Can you imagine this stream of feelings, all those emotions in one scene just because of the one little flower?

It's a shame that this practise is now time of the past. No one is showing feelings in such romantic way. We live in the times when a heart send by a text message is a sign of love. I can only imagine how different and how emotional it was to find a pansy in a book or amongst other flowers given by a love of my life. Flower language should always be a language of love 

Bratki… 
Czytajac o symbolice kwiatow , przychodza do mnie czasem bardzo zywe sceny z wyimaginowanej przeszlosci, jak romantyczne obrazy wyczytane z powiesci. Wyobrazcie sobie czasy Wiktorianskie, park skapany w sloncu, spiew ptakow, zapach wiosennych kwiatow, A wsrod tej scenerii , mloda panna obdarowana bukietem kwiatow z misternie ukrytym wsrod nich subtelnym bratkiem, symbolem sekretnej milosci. Potraficie wyobrazic sobie ten potok uczuc I wzruszen scalonych w tej scenie dzieki jednemu drobnemu kwiatkowi?

Bardzo mi zal,ze te zwyczaje juz minely bezpowrotnie. Nikt juz nie wyznaje sobie uczuc w tak subtelny I romantyczny sposob jak wtedy. Zyjemy w dobie ,kiedy wyznaniem milosci jest wyslane smartfonem serduszko, co jak pewnie przyznacie mi racje ma sie nijak do mowy kwiatow. Wyobrazam sobie, ile emocji musialo ze soba niesc znalezienie takiej romantycznej wiadomosci w postaci bratka w bukiecie czy pomiedzy kartkami ksiazki.


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