Awareness
A state of mind that absorbs it all
Chirping birds, flowers on the tree,
Dew on the grass, Flaming flowers
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In every moment, every hour, your poem's true, its meanings flower. I must say, your poems good, and its meaning? Understood!
Each day is a gift and a new beginning. To be aware is to be alive. Very positive. You have a way with words. Warm regards, Sandra