Raining with Flowers

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e they held dreams safe and beloved.Flowers of yesterday bloom again in your face the wind makes you laugh, you look down, find me caressing velvet grass, and lift me once again to smell the same rose that’s a part of you, me who we were, now are and stay.In all tomorrows there is you never the same appearance, that one spark in your eyes, beckons each time, it knows you as I do, it calls when I’m lost, wondering, if you still know caressing words the path that leads a soul to soul garden to meadow climbing tree, up in the magic attic where all dreams come alive to chatter, playing hide-and-seek

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bringing out each forgotten wish.A dream of lost days that comes true to add shower of petals into the now we share making it ours with one bond of trust that never flickers with abandon.Flowers are memories, they’re buds from the first day, from yesterday, they have the fragrance of tomorrow inspiring each step that I take by your side, shaping the path with knowledge that souls never grow old. They stay playful, in tune with what we wanted then wish, and hope to see over ocean linked beyond the path we touch to go on in eternity.© 2021 Amy Christie</article></body>

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One petal from the heart a glimpse of sunshine the light that stays inside. You can be far or near, the rain of flowers touches us linking souls over ocean leaping abyss that threatens to drive gulf between hands that know each other since the time they held dreams safe and beloved.

Flowers of yesterday bloom again in your face the wind makes you laugh, you look down, find me caressing velvet grass, and lift me once again to smell the same rose that’s a part of you, me who we were, now are and stay.

In all tomorrows there is you never the same appearance, that one spark in your eyes, beckons each time, it knows you as I do, it calls when I’m lost, wondering, if you still know caressing words the path that leads a soul to soul garden to meadow climbing tree, up in the magic attic where all dreams come alive to chatter, playing hide-and-seek bringing out each forgotten wish.

A dream of lost days that comes true to add shower of petals into the now we share making it ours with one bond of trust that never flickers with abandon.

Flowers are memories, they’re buds from the first day, from yesterday, they have the fragrance of tomorrow inspiring each step that I take by your side, shaping the path with knowledge that souls never grow old. They stay playful, in tune with what we wanted then wish, and hope to see over ocean linked beyond the path we touch to go on in eternity.