Sunday, August 21, 2011

Poetry of the Wild Flowers and Flowering Trees



We went into the blue and under the flowering trees,



And today the clouds are the purest you’ll ever see.



We catch beauty with our hearts that the blue sky cast,



And our minds are set free from the world's worries at last.

Goodmorning!

♥xo♥
jacelyn darelam






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