Let those little buds ripen, like it did last spring,
It is Summer here, make hay while the sun shines.
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The thing is, you could be an observer, but you wouldn’t like to be observed, wouldn’t you agree?
There is that matter of privacy you say, plus, a lot of other meanderings disturbing,
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That girl looking out the window, at one time was me,
As we sped across the causeway, I knew the end was nearing,
Only, when you have the breeze blowing,
and the wilds grazing,
Or the scenes spellbinding,
How can you think of your journey ending?
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I am uploading my books to Shobana’s Book Station. Please don’t think I am writing a book a day, lol.
The Act of Contrition – A story of torment, guilt and retribution.
https://shobanabookstation.blogspot.com/2021/07/the-act-of-contrition-story-of-torment.html


That’s a beautiful picture that you’ve framed. Such is the spark of life and the excitement of unmarked paths.
Really lovely, Shobana. 🙂
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Thanks so much, Terveen. Happy it brought a smile to you.
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