“There are moments when I wish I could roll back the clock
and take all the sadness away,
but I have the feeling that if I did,
the joy would be gone as well.”
― Nicholas Sparks, A Walk to Remember
Poezie în ritm vioriu…
dimineți așternând amintire,
dup-amiezi surâzând a sclipire
și a liniște,
seara târziu
Reverie culoare și zbor,
un vis moale croindu-și cărare,
boltă caldă ce murmură boare
peste câmpuri de verde
și dor
Purple rhythm swaying and weaving…
mornings laying sweet recollections,
afternoons radiating reflections
and serenity, late
in the evening
Soul deep reverie taking flight,
lovely dream finding its way,
warm horizons holding the day
over fields full of green
burning bright
Nic💜le
As if a rain of purple drops had covered delicate fingers.
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Catching purple flower rain drops… so fine. ^-^ These slender flowers look excellent in the afternoon sun, they shine wonderfully. Thank you, Francis. 🙂
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