Lingering
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each day is a journey with mountains to climb
but I tend to l i n g e r on the way. . .
to touch a fragrant wildflower and listen to birds sing
oh- I lay in meadows dreaming
and gaze at clouds drifting in the azure
and in cool streams, I wiggle my toes
then at the end of the day I fall back down to earth-
only to begin the journey again tomorrow . . .
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September 23, 2016
Poetry/Verse/lingering
Copyright Protected, ID 16-831-967-0
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Copyright © Constance La France | Year Posted 2016
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