The fish are now moving down stream, the kingfisher is caught up in a dream. The sun is shining ever so bright and the blossoms of the quince are a beautiful blooming sight.
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The mountain water so cold and refreshing as your love to my soul. A wake up to the spirit and a desire to watch the child in me go free.
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The blue bird landed for some wild seed and it instantly brought your memory to me, a day filled with magic, hot of desire and warm and loving dreams bringing life to the hour.
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To enter a new season we don't necessarily have to say goodbye to yesterday, only to remember the treasures instilled from the onset that multiply like tadpoles in a pond, more and more each day.
1 comment:
Very true! Seasons change, however we do not have to leave everything behind.
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