Gently, gently, softly, softly
The sun bathed the pastures in
A golden glow of hope and reflection
A new awakening, a new beginning.
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How lovely Michelle. I can close my eyes and see it and smell it all. Made me laugh though as I could also imagine Buble bees with with hands! ! Clair x
Nice Em, even though bees are not a friend of me.................. like thinking of a golden glow on this ever so cold day...............(avongal) (((((((((((())))))))))))))) marci.xo