Birds fly in formation
Like a great painter
Painting a masterpiece
There’s no trees
There’s no nature
It has been folded
In bricks and mortar ©
When the wind of change blows, some people build walls others build windmills- Chinese Proverb
Windmills of My Mind 
You have to find peace
Where you can
No matter what
As Sheldon Always
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Love you!
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Beautiful poem with a evocative message. The image is a perfect complement.
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Thanks Diana, I appreciate the praise.
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Your choice of photos is magnificent! BRAVO!
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Thank you Cheryl! xx
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You are one of my favorites, so it is so easy for me to enjoy your post. 🙂
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❤
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Great poem with great picture! Thanks.
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My pleasure Cecilia.
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Excellent imagery. I loved this poem. I am so glad I found your blog.
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Thank you Nancy, welcome!
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Sometimes, we need to find the beauty where we are rather than where we would like to be. I enjoyed the imagery you painted for us 🙂
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My pleasure Jade. Thank you!
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Wonderful capture 😀 smiles hedy
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Thanks 🙏🏻
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