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Ode to Joy
What is to say is the sweet nectar of life.
Is it to behold a loved one's face or to sit in the sweet breast of a tree,
the breeze trickling through, moving your hair as gently as a lover.
Oh the sweet, sweet breeze,
how it tumbles and plays like strings on a harp
making the most beautiful harmony.
2 comments:
Wish I could sit under that tree! Good poem :) From @ThunderCrey aka Faith Crey, your twitter buddy lol
Thanks Faith! I have a thing for trees (as if you couldn't tell). I took that tree pic in Costa Rica. Thanks for your comment and checking out my blog!
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