
The sun always returns,
the rain always dries,
the colors come back,
floral scents in the breeze again waft by
in time.
So, my darling, wipe those eyes.
This season is passing soon.
And another truth:
right now,
always,
there is beauty and blessings
all about you.
Sometimes poetry is love letters to the self. And when passed around, others it helps.
So so Beautiful! ππππππ
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Thanks, Trini. π I think you are such a beautiful soul!
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And so are you! πΈπ§πΌββοΈπΈ
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Yes…. nature’s love surrounds us, and she’ll soothe our tear eyes too ….xx
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Your nature is loving, Ivor, and why I like to be in your circle. π
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Thank you Laura, you also have loving nature xx
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Very nice indeed! β€
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Delighted you thought so, Rhen. π
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I like this poem – to me it says what nature is. Life cycles continue; nature always know what to do. And winter will give way to spring!
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Don’t know where I’d be, what I’d do, without nature. I wish every soul on earth connected with it deeply. Thank you for your feedback and thoughts, Katy. π
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Lovely, and a good message–that in most situations, we can still find beauty. And a love letter to oneself is a good idea. π
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