“Breezes blow, not harshly to push you,
but gently to guide you,
sweeping the hair from your face
so you can see clearly the road before you
and which of the paths you should take.”
…an excerpt from my poem The House in my Heart
and takes pictures, and travels, and…
“Breezes blow, not harshly to push you,
but gently to guide you,
sweeping the hair from your face
so you can see clearly the road before you
and which of the paths you should take.”
…an excerpt from my poem The House in my Heart
the poem is lovely, as is the photo..
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Aw, thanks for checking out the poem!
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Lovely shot and poem!
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Thanks so much!
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