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Seasons and Holidays Past items (poems and prose) are in this journal. |
It is the time for wildflower nymphs,so small, to dress up like flowers for a gay Spring ball. Their precious movement takes flight to be busy as their lilac-breath makes them somewhat dizzy. A gentle breeze masters this warm season the sweet smell of happiness for a reason. The dew that glazes their flight of dance touches the soul and glows to enhance They make friends with Mother Nature in the deep woodlands as gods in stature. Fairy queens converse in a special way as beautiful as a cognizant Easter-April day. |