At home with the ghosts Sounds of weeping in the hall Trapped murmurs haunt us.
Lily is in bloom Tweety sniffs at her beauty Close by end of day.
Exponentially Grand eruption of laughter Consorted comfort.
Moon passes the sun Birds flock midday in panic Twilight quickly forms
As the cool wind blows bird feathers fluffed in the air Elegantly preens
Patience in pink bloom. I’m an impatient flower I sure am pretty!
Value the moment a thought skewed, tortured, it slips secrets without grace.
To see through one’s eye the vision of life’s wonder viewing true beauty.
First, we grieve our loss storm of emotions torment broken heart will heal.
buzz, butterfly buzz futtering, sipping nectar bring joy in color
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