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Greetings

Day 33 ..

Greetings. This is a poem about gratitude. The realisation that there are good things in life. Events that give us the opportunity to pay attention to every little act, as if to save people's hearts.

๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒ…๐Ÿ‘’

Greetings

Personal touch
There was so much
To receive
In the month of July

The sun burned
An opportunity turned
To see
The rose in the window

The rose told
A story consoled
A right attitude
To perceive

Greetings!
Energy, Positivity, Chemistry
With best wishes,

Yours sincerely,
Yet, and eternally
The rose stays near you

- Michie Lyne 


๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ๐ŸŒธ

ใ”ๆŒจๆ‹ถ

ไบบ้–“็š„ใชๆŽฅ่งฆ
ๅ—ใ‘ๅ–ใ‚‹ใ‚‚ใฎใŒ
ใŸใใ•ใ‚“ใ‚ใฃใŸ
7ๆœˆ

ๅคช้™ฝใŒ็‡ƒใˆใŸ
่ฆ‹ใ‚‹ๆฉŸไผšใŒๅทกใฃใฆใใŸ
็ช“่พบใฎใƒใƒฉ

ใƒใƒฉใฏ่จ€ใฃใŸ
ๆ…ฐใ‚ใ‚‰ใ‚Œใ‚‹็‰ฉ่ชž
ๆญฃใ—ใ„ๅงฟๅ‹ขใ‚’็Ÿฅ่ฆšใ™ใ‚‹

ใ”ๆŒจๆ‹ถ!
ใ‚จใƒใƒซใ‚ฎใƒผ、ใƒใ‚ธใƒ†ใ‚ฃใƒ–、ใ‚ฑใƒŸใ‚นใƒˆใƒชใƒผ
ใ”ๅคšๅนธใ‚’ใŠ็ฅˆใ‚Š็”ณใ—ไธŠใ’ใพใ™

ๆ•ฌๅ…ท
ใใ‚Œใงใ‚‚、ใใ—ใฆๆฐธ้ ใซ
ใƒใƒฉใฏใ‚ใชใŸใฎ่ฟ‘ใใซใ„ใพใ™

- ใƒŸใƒใƒผใƒฉใ‚คใƒณ


A Rose, Photo, Michie Lyne, 2024.


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