with lightly treading steps
inhaling deep the richness before me
the breath of the trees
fill my lungs with purity
the tinged mist all around
and the reddish-pinkish orb barely there
brown thin tendrils reach to the sky
as if clamoring to hug it
the magic of this night draws me in
the whispers of the woods fill my head
as if begging for a dance under the burgundy moon
mystery and enchantments guide me further in
Such lovely prose that go together so lovely with the photograph. Vivid imagery. Hugs, Joni
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((hugs)) back to you, Joni! 🙂 Thank you!
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❤️🤗🤗
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I loved the beautiful set up your words painted, for the burgundy dance Susi ❤️
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Thank you so much, Radhika! ❤
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Enchanting! The vibes of this piece fit in perfectly with a beautiful name.
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Thanks, Jaya! 🙂
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Beautiful, Susi.
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Thank you so much, Jeff! 🙂
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Welcome!
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You’ve set a beautiful, surreal scene. Lovely poem
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❤ I appreciate that, Sadje!
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You’re welcome 😉
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♥️
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❤
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