Beneath my private canopy,
I poise my fingers to dance, to sing,
but into the world of nature, I float,
its most willing visitor captive to hold,
to stroke with soft, soothing sounds.
Single strands of silver web appear when
the intermittent breeze allows;
in and out of lines, I likewise weave myself…
I could leave now
for the day,
or in this poem
forever stay…
Laura Denise 
Amazing photo you got
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Thank you. I had to move over the summer, which brought about mixed emotions. I’ve fallen in love with my little patch of pines here though. ❤
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Lovely sunburst and words. 😊
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Thank you. It was lovely, indeed. I had a trigger rip through it all shortly after but found my way back again later. ❤
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Gorgeous imagery.
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