When bright flowers bloom
Parchment crumbles, my words fade
The pen has dropped …
Morpheus
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HANNA'S WALK 
Spring is there! Blue skies you have. We are covered by grey skies still. I really long for some sun. But luckely enough the trees and plants don’t care, they bloom stoically. 🙂
Hi Peter. I love sunshine in this time of the year. Plum trees are bending over lakes and streams, and looks like small bonfires at a distance.
It really is lovely.
Wish you sunshine very soon 🙂
Ah! life – can’t wait , still very cold in my region
Hi Ecopoet. Life it is – when it’s most precious. When you get high on every step you take 🙂
If you cannot wait make plans. The joy of expectation ❤
Spring into newness 🌿
How true that is, Hanna. It is hard to stay indoors and get anything done when fragrant blossoms beckon. 🙂
Hi Tanja. It’s an overwhelming distraction that I can’t get enough of. It is pure life energy ❤ 🙂
I agree!!!