September rain graces Klimt’s garden
White, purple, yellow, pink, orange and red
This is not the time for writing poetry
nor painting in water or oil colours
This moment
is perfect for an orgasmic soak
in Spring’s afterglow
September rain graces Klimt’s garden
White, purple, yellow, pink, orange and red
This is not the time for writing poetry
nor painting in water or oil colours
This moment
is perfect for an orgasmic soak
in Spring’s afterglow
You’ve truly described spring in a smashing good way! Cheers! We’re into an Indian summer here, meaning it is unusually warm for autumn… All the best.
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We are in the middle of the Spring and had 35°C days already. ☀️
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Phenomenal!
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I’m envious! We’re starting to see the trees lose their leaves and go dormant in preparation for shortened days and eternal nights. I loved the poem and wish you a wonderful Spring down under.
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I personally prefers the colder weather, but warm weather definitely brings more energy. Keep warm. 💚
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Nice Post 💯💓
Happy Saturday 🌅 Let’s interact on our respective blogs. TOGETHER WE GROW 💯
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Awesome!
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Dear Cassa,
Wishing you a wonderful spring. This is a gorgeous poem about the spring colors and remembering to enjoy the moment!
Blessings!
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Oh so beautiful to soak in spring 😀
Lovely weaving.
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