Nature is always romantic in every one of her whispers.
She blooms in the spring
Shines in the Summer
Hides in the fall
and poetically dies as she approaches cold dark winter….but she always loves
Simply.
Magically, she loves.
Our life should be this poetic, this magical, this filled with love….I am so thankful for the time I have and the places I get to roam…surrounded always by love.
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