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There Is No End To Us

She is there at your side,
a faded thought like the breath of a ghost.
Do you feel her?

That moment between all the others 
that lets you be just as you are, 
just as you are meant to be. 

Every petal, a whisper. 
Every tear, the warmth of memory. 
Let them speak to you, beloved.

This is forever.
Don't you see? 
🌿bh
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suzyb said…
Love that "poem". I really feel my mother on so many days. Whispers from the wind, a butterfly or whatever. You know? Love this post and your work is awesome.
How many Blythe do you have? I have two and the make me smile everyday! Odd little girls that they are...
Thank you for a lovely start to my day
Sue
Victoria, BC
10:37 AM
diane said…
The poem is nice, the photograph is perfection.
10:36 PM
Vintage Lollipops said…
suzyb you are the sweetest. Don't you just love Blythe!! I have several... uggghhh too darling.

Diane how are you?? Hope all is well in your world.
1:13 PM
Anonymous said…
So beautiful, Sweet Bella. You are truly talented.
12:05 PM
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