he kiss of night hangs on the roses,
Its fleeting jewels serenade the just-dawn,
As Summer mistily, lazily, stretches her arms.
For one transitory moment,
Light and Beauty dance on the petals.
The world draws its breath.
Then the day goes off like a rifle,
And mist-jewels scatter as Summer shakes
her foggy blanket back and greets the sun.
-Cara
Its fleeting jewels serenade the just-dawn,
As Summer mistily, lazily, stretches her arms.
For one transitory moment,
Light and Beauty dance on the petals.
The world draws its breath.
Then the day goes off like a rifle,
And mist-jewels scatter as Summer shakes
her foggy blanket back and greets the sun.
-Cara
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Remember that long-ago saying, "Stop and smell the roses"?
DO IT. I beg of you, do not let the tyranny of the urgent rob you of your present. Do not let this summer go by in a haze of chores and obligations and urgency. Make time to feel.
Inhale deeply of the summer: its chaos, its beauty, its non-rhythmic rhythm, its very soul. She's just waking up. Summer's day is begun. Go outside and play with her!
Noli Timere!
DO IT. I beg of you, do not let the tyranny of the urgent rob you of your present. Do not let this summer go by in a haze of chores and obligations and urgency. Make time to feel.
Inhale deeply of the summer: its chaos, its beauty, its non-rhythmic rhythm, its very soul. She's just waking up. Summer's day is begun. Go outside and play with her!
Noli Timere!
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