Tag: south
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Changing Weather
Tomorrow’s dreams are not promised today We will sit on the edge of playful tales To clasp onto the desires of fate We will weave baskets with the love we played We dig deep searching for hidden water Let the wells swell with the life we have found Hoping the hours will not falter Contaminated…
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Story time: Rhythm Of Life
Rhythm Of Life When I was but a child Every year, before the first frost Turned moving vitality into hibernating stillness I would watch all the ducks fly away I can still recall asking my Mother, Where are the birds going? She smiled into my eyes and said, Their going south for the…
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