Sweet yellow butterfly
Waves in a true blue sky.
Palm trees sway gently,
Leaves whisper secrets,
Winter Sun pours out his light
And holds me… Bliss.
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Butterflies!!! YES!
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That was the first one I saw Lady S, bobbing and weaving around the rose bush.
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As ever, beautifully drawn
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Thank you. Glad to send a little sunshine your way. Smile.
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A midi
I say
Parfait
Cherie
I am enchanted by your bliss at being held by the sun.
Powerful metaphor.
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Thank you.It’s the magic of a Winter sun that plays with me.
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I like it…..
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Thank you.
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Perfect bliss!
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Yes.
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I wanna be where those palm trees are…, on a towel on the beach, laying in the sun getting warm !!! Written so vividly I can feel it, Em. Great job.
Paul
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Thanks Paul. It is too cold for the beach, but a sheltered spot in the sunshine…
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Not in Florida or the Caribbean !!!
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You are right, but that’s not where I am!
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Me either…, too bad !!!
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With snow still covering the ground here, images of palm trees and butterflies are fragile and ephemeral, but nice.-) Fortunately, things are melting and it won’t be long before I can smell the river again.
rjb
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I have palm trees but it doesn’t mean winter is over! Only at midday can one indulge and soak some warmth.
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I have sun here, too, with long shadows across the snow.
rjb
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Natures graphics. Hmmm.
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