Not the worry of tomorrows,
nor the dwelling in deep sorrows,
neither the lending or borrows.
Anklets tinkle in twirling joys.
Blooming flowers, a vivid tale.
Living life, 'tis tiny detail.
'neath the delicate cottony veil,
sultry smiles smoothe the summer pout.
Linking with Ronovan Writes
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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.