Little gifts of Sunshine!

Beauty is in the growth and Love is in the living and life is merely
accountable for our yesterdays, unless we accept
the inevitable and challenge
each and every day.

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Little gifts of sunshine in every drop of rain,
kisses to the soul that shall
forever remain.

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Once more hold my hand..........for with you I am
the mountain,
the sea in all its vastness
and the stars that brightly shine.

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Touch of Hearts, Dance of Souls

A dream untapped spawns desire,
intimacy shared flames romance on fire.

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The smile that pierces the darkest of nights,
grew first from the love you placed in my heart.

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I walked with fear, till I met with hope,
skipped around with selfishness as I
confused the want of fire, stumbled
blindly into love and dance
above the heavens.

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Your touch tickles from inside, exudes with laughter
from the soul. The heaviness of life was lifted by
the warmth and magic of your smile.

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Gasping!

I reached for a raft, inflatables it leaked,
drowning in the water, I was unable to breathe.

Anchored to a tug boat, that barely stayed a float,
push and pull, until it disappeared without a tow.

Head above water the sky was awfully blue
and in the distance traveled a mighty ship
that sailed as fast as the sea gull flew.

Welcome said the captain, feel free to step
aboard and the weary traveler stumbled
weakly to the floor.

An hour turned to days and days became
weeks and soon the exploration became
a journey of many needs.

What happen to our yesterday's, where
does our tomorrows lead? At that
very moment the clouds began to part
and there I heard the whisper ...the
journey was through your heart.

Little bits of sunshine!

Every day with you is like spring in full bloom,
beautiful, colorful and amazing it
rids the winter gloom.

One of My favorites

Limbo under leaves of green,
under blue skies and dreams.

Felt your touch in the breeze,
made my heart stop to sing.

I savor the moments, succulently divine,

absorbing the trail of magic, the creation
of a new design.

Appearing lifeless, naked trees surround,
a tease to the hills of silence, a symphony
of sound.

A stroll to the clearing, where a cabin
once stood, a reminder that a good
foundation doesn't rot like that of
wood.

The rock along the path can be slippery
when wet and occasionally moss
covered puts the journey to the test.

My mind is skipping around like stones tossed in the stream

it's here, it's there, it's everywhere,
it's in the middle of a dream.
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If you had whispered goodbye,
I might have understood,
but you left my heart agitated
and unlocked for good.

If once you felt the love through
the touch of morning wind.You
would know the magic started
from within.

If you closed your eyes and allowed
your soul to see, the silhouette
emerging is of love set free.
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Dusty wooden petals,
fragile are those of glass,
picking one last winter
rose, just might make it
the last.
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