Love,
Mother Nature….
She speaks from my soul
with brilliant simplicity,
expressing what words cannot
and lay paralyzed within,
collecting dust as they fade to
painful antiquity, lost among
the debris of possibilty.
Love,
Mother Nature….
She speaks from my soul
with brilliant simplicity,
expressing what words cannot
and lay paralyzed within,
collecting dust as they fade to
painful antiquity, lost among
the debris of possibilty.
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