The Path
Follow the path.
To a snow-filled fantasy.
To the family of ducks floating
together in perfect harmony.
To the sun rising for a new day.
To the wispy clouds passing by.
To the chill winds of the morning.
To the soft snow underfoot.
To the magic of snowy mornings.
Breathe in the brisk air and enjoy.
SUSANNE LEIST 
Wonderful poem. 🙂
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Thank you.
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where have all the vampires gone?! 😉
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Hi. I’m happy you want them back. The next post will have them. I thought my followers liked the flowers and happy thoughts better. So I’ve been switching off between them and my vampires. I like my vampires.
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hmn… it’s interesting isn’t it!
balance in all things i guess 🙂
xo
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Life and death. A good balance.
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