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Earth Laughs in Flowers — Discover

Whether you’re an aspiring gardener or just looking for a new blog to spend a few (soothing) minutes in, you’ll love the garden and flower photography on Jude’s blog.

via Earth Laughs in Flowers — Discover

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We can complain because bushes have thorns or rejoice, because bushes have Roses 💥💥

Flowers seen through the eyes of the beholders.

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Watch “Yanni – If I Could Tell You” on YouTube

If I Could tell you the ways that I am devoted to you❤

My beloved

With every fibre of my being, I love thee with my heart and soul❤

Every breath

Every heartbeat

Every thought

Belongs only to you my Darling ❤

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We don’t care about happy –

Or sad or in between –


OUR GOAL:

Is just TO HAVE SWEET FUN,

With love lights – on “high beam!”

She is thunder – I am lightning,

And sometimes we will switch!

And, then, my fun-filled lover

Will throw me “in the ditch,”

And there we’ll roll around like dogs, In the mud and dirt,

And my lover yells out loud: “I wanna just be HURT!”

BUT – I may touch her everywhere – but – very-gently, see?

Because I love to hear her –

COO AND WAIL AT ME,

And, from our low, depraved –

And stinky loving row* –

Like a cyclone,

we bombard

Heaven’s lofty brow,

THUNDER THEN & LIGHTNING,

A CYCLONE LOVE AFFAIR,

THAT WILL LAST FOREVER, ‘CAUSE WE’RE FOCUSED & WE CARE!

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“I can live with anything, as long as you are here!” Margarete, 02/17/18

    • definition: a fight – pronounced RAu, as in Raul! Rhymes

FLOWERS

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The little white clouds are racing over the sky,
And the fields are strewn with the gold of the flower of March,
The daffodil breaks under foot, and the tasselled larch
Sways and swings as the thrush goes hurrying by.
A delicate odour is borne on the wings of the morning breeze,
The odour of deep wet grass, and of brown new-furrowed earth,
The birds are singing for joy of the Spring’s glad birth,
Hopping from branch to branch on the rocking trees.
And all the woods are alive with the murmur and sound of Spring,
And the rose-bud breaks into pink on the climbing briar,
And the crocus-bed is a quivering moon of fire
Girdled round with the belt of an amethyst ring.
And the plane to the pine-tree is whispering some tale of love
Till it rustles with laughter and tosses its mantle of green,
And the gloom of the wych-elm’s hollow is lit with the iris sheen
Of the burnished rainbow throat and the silver breast of a dove.
See! the lark starts up from his bed in the meadow there,
Breaking the gossamer threads and the nets of dew,
And flashing adown the river, a flame of blue!
The kingfisher flies like an arrow, and wounds the air.

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FIND PEACE WITHIN YOUR HEART

KINDNESS IS FREE.

SMILE AT SOMEBODY TODAY.

YOUR WORLD DESERVES PEACE.

QUOTES BLUEBABY48

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SIR

Even though it hurt, he was still holding on
Waiting for a day when all that suffering will be gone
He had a charm that every girl desired
His smile was the kind that only angels aspired.

He was known to be the wisest in the history of existence
He was just bound to be right, no matter the resistance
Helping others was kind of his job
Humanity was something he had that no evil could rob.

He wrote tales that someday were meant to be heard
He held the quill in his hand and knew the power of a word
He had a weakness for in he’d seen it create history
He had witnessed paper carrying realms and ink dissolving hearts in a mystery.

He was like a miraculous happening only once to be found
He was strange and was born to turn the world around
All he wanted to do was to live his life the way he wished
That light he aspired was surely gonna be missed.

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