small worries
the stuff of everyday
set aside
leaf buds forming
on every tree and bush
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Nights in White Satin * It’s not just the music, the minor key plaintive sound or the voice, the anguished cry of loneliness and longing,...
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oh, this wind! it sweeps me past my gate then spins me home spring clean-up- in the sweat of hard work a settling peace solid gray sky- fors...
2 comments:
Budding, there is so much hope in this natural occurence.
Much♡love
Thank you gillena
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