Jun 21, 2019

trees as a blessing

if trees could talk
well what a tale they would tell
who sat there
who sat with whom
sheltered
snogging
thoughts they could read

Yeah know its only a tree ...but it like the blessings we can not always recognise...they are beautiful...
Like you are

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My faith means get back up. That thing found still believe in that stuff. Maybe because come from large working

Move out or grow in any dimension and pain as well as joy will be your reward. A full life will be full of pain. I come from large working c...

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. . . she got a postcard in the mail
That just said Heaven,with a picture of the ocean and the beach
The simple words he wrote her
Said he loved her
How he'd hold her if his arms would reach
Wish you were here, wish you could see this place
Wish you were near,Wish I could touch your face
The weather's nice, it's paradise
It's summertime all year and there's some folks we know
They say, "Hello, "
I miss you so, wish you were here"