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A pink tree in place of a cactus? Yes, in due time, the legacy of cacti will be a lovely pink tree admired by all.

This is another thought provoking poem of yours! Thank you!

There are many things we do not understand, and in our confusion, issue a bulletin, God is dead. The corpses of our disbelief and denials of what can be, who we are, what's in the future, may all stem from our lack of water. Drink from the Spirit and you'll never be thirsty again. Is this a cliche? Sauce for the goose, nd not the gander. Sorry.

My only solace in life, widowed in my waning years, is to speak my mind out and be like a child in self-containment. I have no need of anything else if I can have my voice heard in a poem and have someone listening earnestly.: -)

For my friend Kostas Lagos, a kindred spirit and all poets in constant search of the SUN.: -)

Our current circumstances is by no means final; if the sun fails to shine, perhaps, you should take the cool respite to explore other things and find skills you failed to discover when the sun shines so brightly, distracting you from more urgent things, maybe not crucial for you but for your significant other. My point view, love does not set with the sun, it blooms through all kinds of weather.: -)