
When I Die
When I die
bring me back
to Spring
in the Garden of Wild Things.
I would lazily lay
among
the Lupines
& Weeping Willow Trees
for all eternity.
Verdant mosses
would cradle my dreams
as the Earth would awaken
in teams of
lavish greens
& rich hues
that came alive only for me.
‘The garden of wild things’ Wonderful!
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Thank you. ❤️
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Reblogged this on Hamed M. Dehongi.
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Thank you so much! ❤️
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Welcome. Your post is great.
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Beautiful thoughts and may that day of departure be a long long way off 🙂 Young in mind and young in spirit, I love your writing 🙂
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Thank you, David. 🙂
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Sounds like a new life to me and not an end 👌 beautiful words as usually ❤️
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Thank you. ❤️ ❤️ ❤️ Hope you are feeling better today!
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Yes better thank you
My pleasure always ❤️❤️
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A wonderful poem dear Poet.
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Thank you, John. ❤
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You are welcome dear Poet.
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Amazing. You are a writer for sure.
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Thank you. 😊
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