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Strawberries Are Red

And the sky keeps falling upon us.

These are the days which should be full of sun and sand and waves and welcoming winds. Instead they are cloud covered bleak foggy snails which weave their trail from noon till noon.

Is this barrier of pouring rain in front of us and inside us real? Or is it and imposition in our deepest soul? A painting on our mind's canvas?

Never mind whether it is real or not. We should and we will break free from it. We will resurrect under a new sun. New born creatures with a scream of our first deep breath on our lips.

We will yell with a voice so crystal clear and bright: "Free, finally free!"


- still remain and will remain!

Image Credit » by Lemark

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bestwriter wrote on June 27, 2015, 11:28 PM

You seem to be in a spiritual mood! Nature has its way and we only need to accept all that.

Lemark wrote on June 30, 2015, 4:08 PM

:) Yes, I happen to be in a mood :) And I am beginning to see the line here. Where will it take me? I will find out some day, maybe :)

cheri wrote on July 15, 2015, 9:40 PM

I also have a picture of strawberries when we went to have a vacation. I am going to share that here too.