Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?
Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.
(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)
Do you stroll here
on the winter walk,
use rain as light,
follow every wild bough,
beautiful blue bird?
Climb, live, see
how happy this forest,
verdant rock moral,
sun on water, green.
(Another poem from Magnetic poetry.)
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Nice ❄️🙂
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Thank you!
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Yes, how happy the forest
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It is! Thank you, Paul
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Pleasure VJ
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Gorgeous scene. I am intrigued with “follow every wild bough” … visualizing limbs swaying radically in the wind between spells of waiting patiently as perch.
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Love your addition!
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Beautiful poem!
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Thank you.
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My pleasure!
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A lovely poem 🙂 And I love that picture!
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Thank you!
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so quiet and calming these poetic words and photo – 🙂
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Thank you.
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