Yearning for renewalwe wrestle dragons –unsuspected passages,like time machinesscattering ticket stubs We distractseek nourishmentpercolate meaning Nostalgic nuancessuccumb tojagged memories –Cubism in motion. (Art mine)
Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
Oh, they are so precious!
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They really are. Thanks.
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So precious VJ!
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Thanks!
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With those two little tow-headed cutie pies, it’s no wonder the sun is shining!
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They definitely keep things light. Thanks Liz.
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🙂
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That is so true … the sun does always sign. 😀
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Adorable! 😀 ❤
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Thanks Deborah!
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You’re welcome! ❤
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Smiles all around.
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Best kind!
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Little rays of heart sunshine!
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That’s absolutely what they are!
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🙂
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