Thoughts flutter throughout the day. Few stay, few flit, few need to be celebrated. Thoughts are man’s gift, valuable enough to cherish for infinity. In a hope to immortalize those thoughts, I etch words onto this blog wishing all the way to carry them further into the world.
I love this one!
ReplyDeleteHi Apsara! Thank you very much :D
ReplyDeleteOh, that's clever! Lovely poem. :)
ReplyDeleteThank you loads Kerri!
DeleteLike the trees of the earth reaching to touch the sky...
ReplyDeleteShort, to the point, and wonderful <3
<3 Thank you so much, dearie!
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