I am drowning in the flooding memories
yet, there is drought of words on my lips
I am waiting for the spring to arrive
yet, all I have is
cold feets and scorching eyes
I am drowning in the flooding memories
yet, there is drought of words on my lips
I am waiting for the spring to arrive
yet, all I have is
cold feets and scorching eyes
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Well expressed… the drought of words… yes, I get this. It’s so hard to trust in our own creativity… at least it can be for me… but they say “a burden shared is a burden lightened”…the hard work is to find the trust and love enough for ourselves to share some of our memories. Lots of love and gratitude to you, beautiful spring flower lady 💗🌸🌻🌷💕 xoxo
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Well said Lia! Thank you so much🧡🌼
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I blathered a bit. ;)) 🙄😁
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Nonsense! I love hearing you, it’s comforting for me. 🧡🌻
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What season must this be?
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No idea. You tell me.
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I am the one asking 😂
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No clue😁
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