Fragrant song bursts from frayed blossoms pocketing lingering night and dew,
bees whisper over warming pollen,
east of Regulus and hidden stars, the sun catches fire
like steam the incense of lavender ascends,
Kimberly Vargas Agnese
“ If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I’d look up into the sky–up–up–up–into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
Anne Shirley
Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
What a gorgeous poem! Lovely with quote 🙂
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Lovely picture;)
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Haha thank you gal 😉
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“ If I really wanted to pray I’ll tell you what I’d do. I’d go out into a great big field all alone or into the deep, deep, woods, and I’d look up into the sky–up–up–up–into that lovely blue sky that looks as if there was no end to its blueness. And then I’d just feel a prayer.”
That is the best way to pray
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Beautiful, Kimberly!
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