As wind
breathes through the hills…
flowers may dance and
weeds may weep
for Kindness and
Cruelty
still echo through valleys
but it is we…always we
who choose which melody
we want to…
remember
As wind
breathes through the hills…
flowers may dance and
weeds may weep
for Kindness and
Cruelty
still echo through valleys
but it is we…always we
who choose which melody
we want to…
remember
Absolutely true! And written with such clarity!
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This type of poetry grabs me, each and every time 😌
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Wow this is stunning ☺️
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:)… thanks so much
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Wow, so true,
it is all up to us 🙂
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