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Words of Winds

A little meditation on autumn winds, where nature’s music turns into a metaphor for love, renewal, and the quiet breath of life. winds sing ...

Monday, April 29, 2019

Yesterdays and yonder

With yesterdays gone,
now and yonder's all you have,
yeasayers yap.

 Linking with Blogging from A to Z April Challenge 
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2 comments:

Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.

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