Meadows

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Stepping out into the warm morning sun to find it holding hands with the meadows The grass and the flowers dance synchronously with each other's shadows Elated, in watching life come alive, elevated from slumbering in their burrows Reminded of how my happiness has risen against now long forgotten sorrows My mind's camera is taking snapshots, I suppose Saving to memory; how beautiful they're exhibited by each expose Dreams of anticipation as the anchor of time pulls the sunshine to another close What I find in tomorrow's meadow may very well eclipse what in today's has arose

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Paige Hind

Date: 8/27/2024 12:51:00 PM

Very lovely writing, A.S.! Love "holding hands with the meadows" <3

Anonomus Scorpio
Date: 8/27/2024 5:29:00 PM

I am blessed to walk out to my vehicle every morning just to see a picture of the worlds beauty. I stop each time to remember that! Warmly A.S.