simple musings
on a warm summer evening
gentle breezes
carrying the music of birds
alone but only the thoughts in the mind
smallest of comforts
idle hands with twiddling thumbs
sweet relaxation
a much needed reprieve
the setting of the sun
tickles one from their reverie
a magnificent sight to behold
we are all part of nature's circle.
[5/29/2013]
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♥ Spontaneity;
Louis Pauzé: "We're all going to die. Write that down, miss. We don't have the luxury of a thousand years on this earth. Only sixty, or maybe eighty little years if we're lucky. And these years pass in a flash. Why not offer flowers to your spouse every night? Why deprive yourself of the happiness of making your house a home? Why resist your impulse? Daily life is the most beautiful voyage..."
♥ Likes;
♥ Sanctuary;
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