Morning comes
with a lover's whisper,
as sunlight's kiss brings hope.
Lucid dreams of renewal
melt winter's icy facade ~
these dreams,
now seeds in fresh soil,
anxiously await the Spring rains...
Come one morn,
we shall see what beauty blooms ~
for surely,
what the Gardener has planted
can be nothing short
of breathtaking!



Thank you for possible hope. We never know what life holds ...but its a grand adventure finding out.


Lib x x


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