Misty, cold, morning
Even when hidden by clouds
Soulshine is glowing over
Beautiful vistas and scenes
Of my verdant spring
breaking and mending are the journey
Misty, cold, morning
Even when hidden by clouds
Soulshine is glowing over
Beautiful vistas and scenes
Of my verdant spring
Indeed soulshine.
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A Gleam Of Sunshine – Henry Wadsworth Longfellow
I saw the branches of the trees
Bend down thy touch to meet,
The clover-blossoms in the grass
Rise up to kiss thy feet,
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Though thoughts, deep-rooted in my heart,
Like pine-trees dark and high,
Subdue the light of noon, and breathe
A low and ceaseless sigh;
This memory brightens o’er the past,
As when the sun, concealed
Behind some cloud that near us hangs
Shines on a distant field.
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Bojana, I love this poem!
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It’s wonderful, isn’t it?
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Beautiful with hope and potential.
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hops
stop
sop it up!
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This is like a perfect parcel of loveliness; the simplicity of it holds so much light!
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