When the meadows dance
Lay your head on my pillow
And forget the world
No breast is softer
No bride wears a fairer gown
No perfume so sweet
Breathe in my essence
Bury yourself in beauty
Remember your own
My song in your bones
Held in eternal embrace
Even the stones dance
Goosebumps!!! Lovely, Sue! Sweet dreams!
Jordis
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Thanks, Jordis. I could use a few dreams tonight ❤ x
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🌈 may spirit carry you on a soft cloud filled with dreams of wonder. 💗
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That would be beautiful… I shall give it space to work. Goodnight 😉 x
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All Beautifully written Sue.💜💜
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Thanks, Willow xx
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Incredible! Yes, even the stones dance…
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Yes, they do, Jan 🙂
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Everyone on Earth should feel this way. Pollution would be brought to a halt. Beautiful.
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Thank you, Suzanne.
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This is gorgeous, Sue. It evokes peace and belonging. Thank you.
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Thank you, Diana.
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Those stones are cutting quite the rug! 😀
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The Avenue at Avebury 🙂
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Heh, that accounts for it then. 🙂
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Of course 😀
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Beautiful!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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Thank you.
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