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Letter To My Husband

Poetry

When it comes to being happy, there’s no right or wrong. It’s just a battle between your happiness & THEIR JUDGMENT.

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The Dew is on the grasses, dear,
The blush is on the rose,
And swift across our dial-youth,
A shifting shadow goes.


The primrose moments, lush with bliss,
Exhale and fade away,
Life may renew the Autumn time,
But nevermore May!

Good morning Dear Friends. May the butterflies kiss your lips

By Wisdom Kindness

Life is like a bunch of roses. Some sparkle like raindrops. Some fade when there's no sun. Some just fade away in time. Some dance in many colors. Some drop with hanging wings. Some make you fall in love. The beauty is in the eye of the beholder. Life you can be sure of, you will not get out ALIVE.(sorry about that)