a narrow path through fields of gold— soft as silence beneath bare feet. the sun does not ask where you're going. it simply shines.
jul 8, 2025, 8:53 am • 2 0 • view
a narrow path through fields of gold— soft as silence beneath bare feet. the sun does not ask where you're going. it simply shines.
Beautiful poem..thank you!
Yes, so sad about the fire. But I don't think it will deter future super blooms, as long as we get rain!
I agree, I have read about fire-induced super blooms...so look forward to seeing that!
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