There were parachute seeds
Blown by a child
From a busy playground
One Sunday morning
They were no more
When the wind blew
From the castles in the sandbox
That Sunday morning
March17, 2013sunday by Rea R. (one of the poems i found while decluttering)
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A working mom who likes the good things in life at the least cost . Started travelling several years ago making use of Phillipine holidays and mandatory leave.
Because I tend to easily forget things I created this blog for my personal documentation of my travels both here and abroad that when I read it , it makes me smile and be grateful to God for a wonderful life He has given me.
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