The clematis flower
Delicate little tendrils, like soft hands
Reaching up as if in prayer, up and up they expand
Searching for the light…
They sense their path, they have foresight
Their inner compass is their guidance
While they grow in silence
Until they reach the perfect height
To blossom like open hearts
An explosion of colors so bright!
The gift of their grace joyfully expressing
For all who can witness their beauty,
The glory of the flowers, such blessing!
Amira
Just beautiful!
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Aww! Thank you so much! 🙂 ❤
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I love this! So rich and so true! “to blossom like open hearts” – awesome!🌷
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Thank you so much dear friend for your encouraging words to keep my attempts at poetry LOL! ❤
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You go! Your words are good for the world. 💖
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🙏 🙏 🙏 Thank you kindly!!! 🙂 ❤
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Fantastic poem and such lovely clementis, Amira. Great poem.
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Thank you so much dear Kamal for your encouragement always! ❤
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You are welcome dear Amira. Happy day ♥️♥️♥️♥️
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Lovely poem! I had clematis at my old house, I just love them!!
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Yes, we used to had them as well! Finally, this summer we got one, and when the blooms open…oh… they are gorgeous! 🙂 ❤
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Absolutely beautiful Amira, as are the clematis flowers! I had many of these in a variety of colours in my garden before moving to my present home and miss them now. I used photos of these for numerous quotes too! Your words radiate their magnificence. Thank you for sharing 🙂 ❤ ❤ ❤
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Thank you so much dear Trina! That is lovely! I can imagine you must missed them as I did as well since we moved. This summer we ended up buying a small one again and I keep it in a pot (so it’s portable just in case LOL!). ❤ ❤ ❤
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