there are times when tender moments shed,
like soft green pine needles in the breeze
and after they’ve turned brown and are laying
in a thick carpet on the ground,
i scoop them up, like treasure–
and tuck them into my heart
Moments
there are times when tender moments shed,
like soft green pine needles in the breeze
and after they’ve turned brown and are laying
in a thick carpet on the ground,
i scoop them up, like treasure–
and tuck them into my heart
spanishwoods 
This is gorgeous…I love the image you create of scooping those tender moments, trying to hold on to their vibrancy, even though they have browned.
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Thank you so much.
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You are welcome!
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Beautiful, thank you for these words and thoughts.
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Thank you!
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Beautifully said….Love the imagery…. 🙂 Hugs!
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Thank you so much.
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your words are art dear Sylvia!
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Thank you so much Jodi. I do appreciate the words of encouragement.
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Love thissss!!! ❤️
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Thank you so very much John.
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So tender . . . thank you!
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Thank you Jan!
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Filled with beauty.
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As always, I thank you.
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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You handle your tender moments well. I like the imagery. –Curt
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Thank you Curt.
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