#NaPoWriMo 7

The first golden sheen of Spring’s lace has shown this evening upon the lipid pool of our lake’s watery cheeks … Mother Willow has awakened … her olive skin both taunt and telling storie tales bark lines hold … braille breath still till whispered ears buy eyes the right to read her history on the wind as well … she is still growing strong from her grand mother’s stump … Earth torn by the great storm which took so many of them … yes, even time will pause at it’s mention … can we put a price on such moments as these … I pray, at times, these are the memories my heart will never let go of.

  #NaPoWriMo 7

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Sweet dreams and Good Night all. I must slumber. I promise to read you tomorrow. 🙂 Blessings, CD

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