These lovely little gathered beauty's left and forgotten.
Left and forgotten by some child I'm sure.
Laid there to rest on this rock.
Made such a lovely picture.
Reminds me of trails of beauty.
Each rock uncovered and beauty found.
A mystery and gift for us to treasure.
Not to lay to rest and die.
But to enjoy and hold each moment given.
Every color a woven moment in time.
A piece of the tapestry yet complete.
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| Flowers Gathered |
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