and what at some other time
I’d call a luxury – or others would –
it’s not, it’s – oh – rightness -
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What a wonderful Springtime poem...the open doorway, the book (so lightly held) . and the wonderful air of acceptance...of whatever comes? I loved this one!
I think you are the only person in the world who could really make me realise, and quite so often, that winning the lottery is not so important after all. :) Simply beautiful M. So appreciative, and your reader cannot help but feel it too. t x