When dawn arrives, sun rises,
And daylight bristles awake,
Never asks; Who leaves an ache as keepsake? ,
Grateful for each day, that he didn’t forsake.
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The way you craft words together is just stunning. So glad somebody clued me in to read your works! (you do have friends here!) smiles, P
There is much between you and me. Seema you have a great gift and you express yourself in love and nature as very few can I look forward to reading more of your remarkable words.-10
Wel writen....... Great job done