Imagine the delight
if we were to be in spontaneous expression
of the words of heart felt lovingly
moment to moment
we would be as the flowers
to the winds they dance
to the light they praise
to the sun they bloom
holding to the glory and beauty
of the ever present NOW.
Rose Marie Raccioppi
Poet Laureate
Orangetown, New York
Photo: courtesy posting
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