I'm looking at the swans on the lake, gliding through soft ripples
having just seen a dove flying above
Sky as blue as can be not a single cloud in sight
I'm wondering how can such a miracle as the sun
transmit such hope
and happiness onto earth's platform?
I hear babies laughing
and dogs barking as the old man throws a piece of wood
hand in hand are lovers talking to eachother, that's a miracle isn't it?
and the green?
the green surrounding my whole scene
It's like looking at a giant emerald
I don't want to wake from this daydream
I simply want to wait for the magnificent moon
to make her nighttime entrance.
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You mentioned dream Teddy and isn't life but a dream from which none of us want to wake up. Yet with this all there comes the night and with it to dream again. A lovely write my friend
Thank you so much for your kind words dear sorrenbarret 🌹
You are most welcome Teddy
Wonderful words Teddy, we were walking by Our River yesterday and your words describe what we were seeing.
Andy
Awe, amazing! 🌹
Teddy, this reminds me of those rare moments where everything just feels right for no reason…like the world softens for a second. You captured that kind of peace really well here. Fantastic job an paired with a breathtaking swan scene too. Love it. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
My dear Tristan, thank you souch for your very kind words on this, I was taking a breath and looking through happy goggles 🥽 💜
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