There’s a river runs between us,you and I.Our thoughts, like tears, are liquidcarried effortlessly by the current. But you and I,we stand on the banks, oblivious;ignoring the connection,proudly touting our individualism. Still the river flows,and all you’ve suffered,and all I’ve suffered,or dreamed, or imagined, or hoped,flows with it. Step into the water with me,feel our […]
It may be foolish of me, at my age and in my current condition, but I hang on to the hope that the pain of this effort is leading somewhere: renewal, new purpose, or at the very least, a blossoming.
Lovely drippy blossoms–do they have a sweet fragrance?
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Not too sure. My sniffer never really works quite right, lol
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Oh well, they’re very pretty!
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A renewable flower throughout the summer.
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Thanks for that.
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So bright and cheerful. A welcome sight 🙂
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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