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I Love Flowers I Haven'T Seen

A mensch: I wonder what happens to Rose or Poem that dies DESIGNER: fauna and flora in deserted crags exist, first, for My eyes

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Anil Deo

Date: 8/3/2018 7:19:00 AM

shalom, shalom and always, Lisa. Praise Jesus you have been writing a few days now, & even though we may not comment, just to have U back is wonderful for the "spirit at PS." You have always been a warm & generous soul. That & loving Jesus, our Savior AND HEALER, makes you special to talk poems with PTL

Lisa Ricci

Date: 8/2/2018 10:23:00 AM

Thank you Anil. Time is beyond limited these days but I did want to say thank you. Shalom always

Lisa Ricci

Date: 8/1/2018 7:02:00 PM

Hello Anil. Anyone who could love without haven’t seen is truly blessed beyond measure because that shows that inner peace and contentment lives and exists. And yes, both roses and poems never die for both their marks live on for eternity once the eyes have seen. May this day find you well. Shalom always Anil.

Anil Deo
Date: 8/1/2018 10:39:00 PM

I will not argue against love and wisdom. Welcome back (missed ya!)

Paul Callus

Date: 8/1/2018 1:20:00 PM

We need not see good or beauty to believe in them....deep down we already know that they exist! Il-paci mieghek:) // paul

Anil Deo
Date: 8/1/2018 2:54:00 PM

amen, Paul. Thanks for the reminder, Anil Deo

Charlie Smith

Date: 8/1/2018 8:46:00 AM

That's true love, Peace Anil...

Anil Deo
Date: 8/1/2018 12:19:00 PM

Now, Charlie, thanks for going and done it- inspiring another poem called BELOVED. thank you, Sir. shalom y Paz!

Jan Allison

Date: 8/1/2018 8:22:00 AM

Made me smile Anil as i recently took some pics of plants on a craggy rock, i doubt many folk even notice them as the walk by:-) Hugs Jan xx

Anil Deo
Date: 8/1/2018 12:18:00 PM

Beautiful smile, indeed, my Brit Sis. I may pen other poems if you keep smiling my Dear. shalom, shalom