Constance La France Poet Verse

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Lingering

    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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Daniel Turner September 23, 2016 at 1:18 PM Lovely write, Constance. It's always a good idea to stop and smell the roses, so to speak. Life is way too short, not to!

Beautiful Scars September 23, 2016 at 11:18 AM You have a beautiful journey sweet Broken Wings...:)-luloo