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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989
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Today seems so gray... write something pretty for me... just to make a smile.... |
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Susan Member Ascendant
since 2004-03-27
Posts 5104walking the surreal |
Oh Donna -- I sing to you a sweet tune of summertime at noon with sounds of children's play and sunshine fills the day the blanket is spread upon the ground won't you join me? Please sit down. I've melon, sandwiches and lemonaid And we can talk together and watch the parade of squirrels and butterflies and such And let our hearts be touched by the gift of friendship dear Know that my heart, to you, is near. Hugs to you, and may your day blossom into joy- Love you -- Susan  Happiness isn't something that happens to you, it's created from within you. Joy is a state of mind. |
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muted
since 2004-01-15
Posts 2949Elapsing, Eclipsing, Evolving |
 sweetly as the ink will flow writing rainbows where it goes making puddles all the while to show reflections of our smiles LOL LOL |
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inkedgoddess Member Rara Avis
since 2002-11-19
Posts 7392Ohio |
within the grey are all the hidden colors that wait for you to find them again |
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Sunshine
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Member Empyrean
since 1999-06-25
Posts 63354Listening to every heart |
Let's weave a song of in and out a truth of ribbons in braid for when times seem gray of light, we must know to not be afraid... so take a ribbon, some of green, or gold, or red or blue or yellow... entwine your fears, yes, be bold! and we'll be hail, all ladies and fellows! |
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LeeJ Member Patricius
since 2003-06-19
Posts 13296 |
Dearest Donna Hazelnut becomes a giant leap Into the storybook of parenting By touching an emotional string Changing any given situation, Into the way you see things Pulling close, those things abandoned Writing down your frustrations The moments that grab your pen Words wearing armor so ultimately blessed Embracing the moon in your eyes Eating and sleeping your lifeline Mopping up each sin, forgiving self Gliding skyward on ferocious winds Of strength, joy and faith’s hymn Breezing the soft quiet of wings Coming to flaws embracing them As you would a best friend Without playing Russian roulette Freelancing what works best Your very own self examination Is a way to find answers for the blow outs Giving the soul, “somethin to write home about” |
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Enchantress Member Empyrean
since 2001-08-14
Posts 35113Canada eh. |
When the rain has stopped Gentle Spirit, you begin your smiling again... |
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Seymour Tabin Member Empyrean
since 1999-07-07
Posts 31720Tamarac Fla |
Gentle Spirit, Your pretty face requires roses and lace. |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
my words alone can not express my gratitude for the smiles you have sent my way.. from the bottom of this heart of blue... I send my words of thanks to you.... |
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iliana Member Patricius
since 2003-12-05
Posts 13434USA |
I am wishing you a sunny day one, not with clouds of gray, but with pastel rainbows softened by Cotten candy clouds and blue skys! Hugs, jo |
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Startime55 Member Elite
since 2003-04-05
Posts 2148Alberta, Canada |
Pushing the gray aside sunlight streams to the earth Kissing flowers awake brings joy to dreary day The greyness will pass as the sunlight of your heart is reflected to each of us here... |
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Cpat Hair
since 2001-06-05
Posts 11793 |
"Today seems so gray... write something pretty for me... just to make a smile...." Reading the words I began the search of my own to paint on a purple hued sunset beset with orange as the sun began its journey to night and I began a reverie of slow light play on waves that seem in rippled sheet to lay across the surface of colder water that if immersed in would add to the gray of your chill as it peaked points beauty she asked and I saw around me the words though I knew even if she viewed them through my eyes it would not replace the mood Low those days of grey that sink into valleys of fog before sunset or rise brings change Tides they say are predictable yet our own ebbs deem themselves not so |
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Gentle Spirit Member Patricius
since 2000-10-09
Posts 13989 |
I am at a loss this morning for words that can do your replies justice.. just know how much you all have touched me, and are valued... Capt Ron, this.... ------------ beauty she asked and I saw around me the words though I knew even if she viewed them through my eyes it would not replace the mood ------------- is so very true, and although no one can replace a mood for anyone I dare say that what you allow us to see, through your eyes, is beauty in itself, and worth more than one can ever express... thank you for that.... It's better than I could have planned.. |
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