Peace Bloom
Fertile dawn’s a soft squirrel,
moon-wandered poetry over lake.
Quiet is how peace blooms between,
through which wild things tendril,
root in garden bright sanctuary.
Follow winter as you must;
Spring green makes never blossom,
sacred, happy, full soon.
Bonus poem:
blue & lonely
frosty feel
leave me
Tao-Talk 
The magnetic poetry sounds fun. How do I get into it?
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See the link “magnetic poetry” at the bottom? Click on it.
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This is so cool.
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Luanne, thank you <3
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You’re welcome!
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I’m always amazed by these!
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Nancy, me too. The trick is to let go and let the oracle take over.
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My favorite line: Spring green makes never blossom
I’m ready for that green. Still some piles of snow around, but less and less every day. (K)
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Good to hear you’re well on your way to it.
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Buds don’t wait, they always push forward!
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:) <3
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More magnetic fun nicely done.
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Sean, thanks!
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A very lovely poem Li
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<3 Thank you, Sadje.
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You’re most welcome my friend
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❤️
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<3
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“Fertile dawn’s a soft squirrel,
moon-wandered poetry over lake.” Keep them coming Lisa…awesome!
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:) Thanks!
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Beautiful poem 💕
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Lisa, thanks <3
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