Step outside - everything changes;
Senses rise to finer ranges.
Bobbing on a Summer breeze
Ducks come and go, quacking as they please.
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There is no wrong to think no wrong:
Worry’s weak - contentment strong.
So what if a piece of the puzzle is lost?
All we require is on our hearts embossed.
cloudia
Thank YOU
for Stepping Here
Friend!
Nice splash of color in the last picture.
ReplyDeleteHello Cloudia,
ReplyDeleteNice pictures. Great with the view over the clear blue water. This is summer.
And nice to see the swimming ducks.
Kind regards,
Marco
If I knew where my worry button was I would disconnect it. Permanently.
ReplyDeleteYes! Me too-
ReplyDeleteThanks Friends
Worrying leaches the joy and spontaneity of a good life!
ReplyDeleteNice poem and pictures.
It is a delight to see those ducks.
ReplyDeleteThanks both of you! I appreciate your comment on my poem, Angel Pop Tart
ReplyDeleteYou always know how to brighten my day!
ReplyDeleteGreat pictures and a wonderful poem!! It is fun to see the ducklings growing up in your pictures.
ReplyDeleteSeeing the ducks lifts the spirit and stops the worry for a while!
ReplyDeleteI like your words very much.
ReplyDeletePeace :)
Love that shadow painting. Quack.
ReplyDeleteFine pictures and wonderful poem!
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