
Moments flow by, some
captured in memory, most lost.
The days of flowering are here.
Will I stop to drink in
this minute, this morning, this day?
poems and images from daily living
Moments flow by, some
captured in memory, most lost.
The days of flowering are here.
Will I stop to drink in
this minute, this morning, this day?
😍😍😍 I looked like a fool, I am sure, on my hands and knees smelling a beach flower I found this morning, LOL, but I realized how often I forget to smell them when I photograph them, so I try to always do that now, to drink it in. 😊
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