Going back
to that place wind
rustling in trees waving
casting their shadows light and dark
making
pictures
that constantly move intertwine
light and dark dancing songs
of tears and joy
embrace
Going back
to that place wind
rustling in trees waving
casting their shadows light and dark
making
pictures
that constantly move intertwine
light and dark dancing songs
of tears and joy
embrace
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This is a beautiful poem Lorraine. All the best. Kevin
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Thankyou so much Kevin. I hope you are well. Best, Lorraine
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I am well, thank you Lorraine, and I hope all is okay with you too.
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Are you still working from home?
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Leaves in the wind, casting their shadows on the ground… what a beautiful image and metaphor.
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