The Bee is not afraid of me.
I know the Butterfly.
The pretty people in the Woods
Receive me cordially—
The Brooks laugh louder when I come—
The Breezes madder play;
Wherefore mine eye thy silver mists,
Wherefore, Oh Summer's Day?
-Emily Dickinson
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Beautiful words for a hot summer day! Thanks for sharing, Shell. :)
Beautiful poem and picture Shell. Where is that?
I love the arbor covered with roses. Thanks for sharing the beautiful picture.
Ah, Emily... and roses--perfect! Happy Summer Days, Shell :o) ((HUGS))
Beautiful words, love the photo. have a fabulous weekend. hugs.
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