Smoky tendrils drift up
fighting against the cold
only to fade moments later for bravely being bold.
Replaced by more frail whisps gliding towards the sky
hoping to be victorious,
aiming high…
before disappearing
no part of them left to wonder why.
Are they all the same?
you think this in the time that follows their absence.
Is something to blame?
Like they so often do so to themselves.
Non-existent or just invisible for now? Because there’s a mighty difference.
They rise again
This time do they know of their fate?
I like to think they do.
They’re not oblivious to the struggle even though each time it is brand-new.
like us it is just as much what pushes them to try get through
Thank you for reading! 😉 I hope you’re having a beautiful day ❤
Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you! 🤗❤
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This is beautiful!! 🔥
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Thank you! 🤗❤
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Love it, xxx
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Thank you Gracie! I hope you’re well and having a lovely Summer ❤Xx
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Pleasure. I am, thanks. You?
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Glad to hear it. I’m fine thank you for asking, enjoying Summer even more now that it’s started to rain where I am! 😄 I thought the drought + hot weather would never end and it was a bit worrying 😂
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Same here! 😂
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