I don’t hear screaming sirens, no heavy tread of boots here
No tramping, dumping of waste, white puffy fluffy clouds here
Lush green alpine trees, rocky mountains, pristine lakes here
Angels dance in moonlit play, the song of nightingale  here
Waters deep, path edgy, cliffy, valley of colorful flowers here
Who has any desire of wealth? I am the fortunate soul here
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I see a flower right there with a beautiful smile! 🙂
Hi Andy, I was searching for your post on the grid just after I finished with mine. You found me first ! You are a gem. I was away for a while and so glad to feel connected again 🙂
Thank you for making me blush first thing this morning lol! welcome back 🙂 🙂
Is it morning there? we have midnight in India, 11: 30 p.m. 🙂 you look cute when blush 🙂
~Feels like his face will be tomato all day~ 😀 yep! it’s morning, Um 9:55 to be exact and kicking off a day with my little lady 🙂
Here you go !
Hey, nice to see you again. I’ve missed your posts and comments 🙂
I am touched. I was away for a while, out of connectivity. Feelings are mutual.
Lovely !! that is my kind of place too 😀
Thanks Sweety for constant encouragement.
Lovely
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