The string of word magnets on my fridge have transformed into this over the past couple of weeks:
Life is beautiful
I rise like a morning cloud,
always rich sunlight
dancing around the trees.
The moon murmurs his thoughts
to the sky,
asking for the dark night
to bring special surprises
in our sleep.
Between every shadow lies imagination
I feel the summer creeping through,
as pageants of dandelions
turn icey winter
to love and laughter.
(What you can do with a few words and a little bit of letting go!)
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