“Sometimes”
Sometimes when things turn upside down
And inside out and look dark brown,
I rush outdoors and gaze into
The topless sky’s eternal blue,
So calm and cool, so still and deep,
With soft contented clouds like sheep.
I shade my eyes and stare and stare,
Then go back in the house, and there,
Begin to wonder and to doubt
What I was in a stew about!
by Nancy Byrd Turner
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So true!
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Magnificent picture and awesome poetry. Perfect.
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Thank you so much dear friend for your appreciation and lovely comments! ❤
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Welcome dear Amira🌹🌹🌹😊😊😊
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