Planted seeds for prosperity –images of children frolickingthe delight of yellow horizonstradition setting our fields ablaze Till greed came knocking –brother turning on brother Rhetoric and lies shrapnelshattering our dreams Only the deer frolic nowunwitting participants inthis unprovoked slaughterland mines defiling landscapes But seeds are not lost,nor are the legacy of generationswhose soil has known […]
(Image my own)
Dove’s mournful cryspotlights Nature’s calling –Let us find a harmonic notesing along for conservation,for preservation, for a strongtomorrow – find our voicesand join the chorus. (Image my own)
One Woman's Quest II 
How lovely, VJ!
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😊😘
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Powerful, promising, and perfect!
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Thanks dear Eugi
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Beautiful! I aspire to this!
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Sweet complement, Wynne. Thanks
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Love this . The image the words, perfect
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Appreciate it!
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Powerful! 🙂 ❤
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Thanks, Deborah 💕
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I love the poem and the image in equal measure!
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Thanks Liz. I like how that image turned out.
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You’re welcome, VJ. I think the image is one of your best.
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😘
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Love your poem and message
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Thanks Sadje!
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You’re welcome
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VJ, nicely said. “I simply am.” Thanks for sharing. Keith
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Thanks Keith
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That’s a powerful poem. I can relate, though at times I feel very lost and in need of rescue.
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I know how you feel, but as soon as someone tries to rescue, I retreat. I think kind compassion is always the best. Thanks.
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I like this. Daily we are living the Master Class!
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Yes, we are. Thanks.
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Welcome.
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