Refrains Oleander for me in a wonderful way. In SB I recall the story of 2 undertakers who were in fierce competition with each other. One poisoned the other with oleander. Circumstances made this murder very obvious. I like your song better. 🎵
Perhaps fifty or more ibis like flying skirts lift to the skies; the fiddles fine tune the flock on the point in a time where we wonder, eyes weak , that a love stays by your side to dance a few steps in times gone by.
Very beautiful start to a rainy April morning
Thanks David.
Refrains Oleander for me in a wonderful way. In SB I recall the story of 2 undertakers who were in fierce competition with each other. One poisoned the other with oleander. Circumstances made this murder very obvious. I like your song better. 🎵
Reframes not refrains sweet refrains
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Thanks Patris.
Perhaps fifty or more ibis like flying skirts lift to the skies; the fiddles fine tune the flock on the point in a time where we wonder, eyes weak , that a love stays by your side to dance a few steps in times gone by.
Love the synopsis.
Sweet sounds!
Thanks Stan.
“At the beach at Oleander.
But my love still stands by my side
With gifts of hope and wonder “
a piece of my heart to you Berkanna.😍
Beautiful, Malcolm! I’m feeling better already!
Good to hear.