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Edited by
AngelLight
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Thu 05/28/09 10:53 AM
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PROGRESSION
Golden hues of sunrays fill windows as the clock ticks, and the day turns towards the West. But for now, for morning and noon, this light plays its brilliant tune against trees, gardens, fences. Heard like quiet dance steps it glistens on what moves and moves what does not, as if by wind alone. Rainbow colours touch what seems hidden and what is not, magnifying amplifying life in every form. The smallest crease or crevice, reborn. The largest rose or branch, adorned. ~© JDS 05/28/2009~ |
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Reflection of a cycle, nice! Of course, my mind is off and running on sunlight reflecting off a spinning bike wheel -- blinding, yet moving at the same time.
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Spring has come and as summer sets in,, you my Lovely blossom
lift and guide,,, Beautiful |
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Reflection of a cycle, nice! Of course, my mind is off and running on sunlight reflecting off a spinning bike wheel -- blinding, yet moving at the same time. Ty for reading.... |
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Ty for the flower Emmy |
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Spring has come and as summer sets in,, you my Lovely blossom lift and guide,,, Beautiful Ty (((D))) |
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Ty Tammy |
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Heard like quiet dance
steps it glistens on what moves and moves what does not, as if by wind alone. Very graphic Thank you for the write |
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Heard like quiet dance steps it glistens on what moves and moves what does not, as if by wind alone. Very graphic Thank you for the write Thank YOU Michael! I am very much enjoying many your writes |
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