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Mar 2020
Strolling down a hill
steep and new, first time
feeling fear as stones of
all shapes block each
step.

Yet, in this day so bright
nothing I'd rather do is
walk into nature with love
in my heart.

Flowers and bushes mingle
together, a painting that
only nature can draw.

Birds, breeze, mysteries
play songs in there
glorious way.

Walking above the clouds so
white, only soul knows
how music really
sounds within.

Shadows of night appears
after the glow of day has gone
one by one stars show face with
Venus kissing the moon
this beautiful evening showing
our love in the new.

A miracle happens each minute
that passes.

2020DerenaBree(All rights reserved)
Harriet Shea
Written by
Harriet Shea  80/F/Mesa Arizona
(80/F/Mesa Arizona)   
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