A flower blooms on yonder hill
though unseen, is a flower still;
living out it’s fragrant glory
untold solitary story.
©1995 Sharron R. McMillan
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Thank you. 😉
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Beautiful!
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Or just plain and simple being. One day a blossom, another day a bloom, but always just being.
Thank you for ‘getting’ it. 😉
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Yes, I love that thought. It is not about the accolades or recognition. It is about being yourself wherever you are.
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Thank you! 😉
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Lovely pic and beautiful thought !
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