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It Is Quiet Now
It is quiet now
-the sun moves up the ridge
Honey crisp scent of freedom
-hovers and engulfs the air
Pangs of pleasure peal
-the primrose bows her head
Yellow paints the morning
-the fields are all a glow
-the sun moves up the ridge
Honey crisp scent of freedom
-hovers and engulfs the air
Pangs of pleasure peal
-the primrose bows her head
Yellow paints the morning
-the fields are all a glow
Published 20th Aug 2017
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20th Aug 2017 1:53pm
dearest Tim sounds like the most heavenly
of landscapes a place I could get lost in..
love Brenda
of landscapes a place I could get lost in..
love Brenda
20th Aug 2017 2:40pm
20th Aug 2017 8:18pm
you just painted a beautiful vision of a peaceful meadow in my mind... thanks for the fleeting moment of peace in my restless life
