
my lost inner child
hangs out on a hill among
a few wildflowers
we run into each other
more and more as i grow old
–photo by me

my lost inner child
hangs out on a hill among
a few wildflowers
we run into each other
more and more as i grow old
–photo by me
This makes me feel hopeful that curiosity and a child’s imagination cannot be lost with age. Thank you for writing this!
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Thanks, William, perhaps we do come full circle, π
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Good lines
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Thanks!!
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You are always welcome
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Beautiful both lines and photo π
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Thank you!!π
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I love this.
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Thanks, yassy!!
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Beautiful words with a beautiful picture
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Thank you!!
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Youβre welcome Michael π
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Like wildflowers, you must allow yourself to grow in all the places people thought you never would. There are as many ways of loving as there are people, and that wildflower variety is the great beauty of this dimension of existence. Love is like wildflowers; it’s often found in the most unlikely places.
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Those are wonderful words, they deserve their own post!!
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Thanks …
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Renews the child in me as well, thank you! Beautiful! βοΈπ βοΈ
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Thank you very much!!π
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My inner child wandered off somewhere briefly a few times as well. Perhaps a game of βhide and seekβ… Your poem is truly wonderful.
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Thank you so much!!
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I on the other hand often have trouble trying to rid my inner child and be an adult for once! π
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Lol, true!!
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