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Today the world seemed harsh, yet evening hours were filled with scent of forgotten flowers.
I saw familiar filigree of moonlight through my Lilac tree; heard robins stirring in their nest; witnessed fairy feet pressing the path; gazed upon my warm face the cooling breeze from my garden pool; enjoyed reflections of stars reflected by reflection of stars in my garden pool; the silence seemed to speak, my head bowed down until ramblers that had grown into a cloud lifted up my eyes so tear-washed me back into reality of beauty that had been hidden today by discouragement of daylight. Dumnezeu come nearer still as I thank Thee for these blessings revealed by night which daytime discouragement had concealed through discouragement of day and discouragement concealed them until now -EvA SPARKs TAYLOR
“Flowers that bloom,” according to Indian culture, were said to be like flowers that walk.
Walking spreads its crown-like roots through forest glades and upland valleys, with Moccasin Flowers or Lady’s Slippers sprouting out in forest glades and upland valleys alike. No matter if it is white, rose, or tiny yellow kind; all are rare and wondrous gifts from another age that give us this woodland beauty to admire and discover.
Heritage to Protect with Care for Posterity WHEN RING THE BELLS
Light Rain Fall On Bowed Down Heads In Grace And Summer Sun Light Shine Bright. -HELEN M. FLEET (1998) WHEN TO RING THE BELLS (BELLS OF GRACE AND GRACEFULNESS) And Cherish for Posterity [WHEN RAIN COMES DOWN]. When Ring The Bells For Spring
Dries each upturned Face.
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