3/3 Nay, it was not a gift or blessing, Just another path where sunshine lay. ‘Twas I who chose to walk that path then, Into the pool of light that day. For paths do fork & intermingle, Paths be myriad, countless ways. Choose, if you must, to walk in shadows… For I do choose the Light of Day.

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2/3 Across my path it spread o’er shadows And lit my way across the dell. From where did it fall – this drop of sunshine? Why did it light my shadowed way? Was it fortune sweet, or gift divine now, Or answer to my longing prayer? Continued...

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#Poetry #Photography #sunshine #Light 1/3 Once I thought I was he Who silent walked among the shadows. Shadows of a world of sorrows, Hidden from the light of day. Then from the sky, fell a drop of sunshine! Plop! In the pool of my life it fell! Continued...

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I envy people who know how to have fun with simple things. Original post

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That comforting, nostalgic smell after the first rain called petrichor comes from rain mixing with plant oils and compounds made by soil bacteria, which are released into the air when raindrops hit dry ground. Can you smell it? Original post

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