Dandling Poems - Poems about Dandling

Kites still left hanging upon the winds oh, yes, the generous enchantment, the ever-innocent simplicity. Warning us and swirling around and whooshing about amid the humble Streams in the Spring. Time jovial, patient Offering Loving thief it weeps. Burnt down roses their thorns once bewailing the Cherry Tree; are no more. The gift of life, a...

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Yes, because I believe the very heart of Grace, adamant, generous, tender and aware, Honest and Faithful waiting patiently; moves, freely, because it knows, the pureness of Love always inspires the opportunity. So enchantment gazed upon innocence and desire knew her itself, when first God showed Adam Eve!" Now here today though Time has brought...

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"Yes, this is all still so amazing what impacts the soul truly; and in what ways." This fond endearment was in the Spring Time of our Love as I remember. A perfected shoo-in. This was the greatest of the many gracious things, a life you pray always remains; something the pain, the joy of longing...

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Yes, love is no more or less reliable the more you check on this. Just like the frigid days of winter make their way for the pleasures that lay in awe of Spring I'm finding. Yes from when turning or if you will consider; returning back to knowing its simple and honest and ever-frivolous unrighteous,...

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Yes, our Creator's Love; this always comes and it goes between to good people and or thing, and in and between Him just as each uses this all; to remain faithfully helpful; to this effort of remaining lovesome for Him, and for one another, and for all life; or; possibly not. But oh yes; to...

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Yes, I looked deep into the palm of my hand nope no muse for any of us there. Then I took off lollygagging on a whim with the wind's rushing. Yes, but only the effects could I see. Still, I found myself thinking about true Love and thanking God, our Creator. Then I held out...

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