That though the radiance which was once so bright be now forever taken from my sight. Though nothing can bring back the hour of splendor in the grass, glory in the flower. We will grieve not, rather find strength in what remains behind.
-William Wordsworth
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Glory in the flower-YES!! Afterward, there may well be other flowers, but this moment will not be repeated.
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You couldn’t be more accurate. Just few steps later I found a bunch of tiny flowers. It looked so cute but they both have thier separate place. Different moments and feelings.
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God this makes me want to find a sunny hill by a dam and take a warm pleasant nap. good piece of poetry.
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Ok nobody says nap!! That’s a contagious thing lol.
Thank you. It isnt mine tho. 🙂
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For May
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Thank you so much 🙂
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