Light is ribbons, passion, life in waves and swirls to tie our hearts to hope.
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Light is ribbons,
passion,
life
in waves and swirls
to tie
our hearts
to
hope.
Beatiful words. I don’t often think about light. But it has a beauty all its own and cast hope on everything. After a storm light saves the day!
Absolutely! I think we as humans tend to measure light more in terms of its comparative absence, as you say – it is all the more magical to see a sunrise after a dark night, or rays of brilliance after a storm!
You showed how beautiful a thing hope can be. Thank you, Melody!
Rudd
Hope is crucial to our existence, isn’t it? Thanks Russ!
Ohhhh, very nice, Mel! I found a great pansy pic recently–not sure when the poem will materialize…
I’m waiting for you to tell me–that’s not a pansy…
HA! Nope. I’ll let you call it a pansy. Although it could be argued that it is more of a violet. But we won’t listen to them.
Oooh, I think I like “violets” better–but what do I know??
It does have rather a Victorian, regal flare, doesn’t it? 🙂
Looking forward to it!
Lovely – free!
I’m so glad that’s what you felt from this one – thanks Rosy!
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