...... sweet sounds beckoning so temptingly. Performers of creation, delicate to and fro ballerinas - trees leaves a concerto indeed. Feathered choirs their songs of grace and beauty, howls of unity - the pack, their family unity. Captivated, with freedom, with peace I dance so joyously; my heart and soul set free. Yearning love, seeking peace; 'tis the home I yearn for daily. ©️PSA 28/3/22.
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