Poem -

ALMOST HOME

ALMOST HOME

Many won't cross the threshhold...

Maybe some will Come In carrying One...

Just Married?

​​​​​​We have a Car Decorating Service...

Children?

Wedding Car Decorating...

Everyone can bring something to the Table...

​​​​​​Don't forget the Peace...

If you don't like how we look...

Come back when you do...

What a Beautiful World...

Brrr...

It looks really cold...

A warmer Place isn't ready?

​​​​​sparrowsong Ice Queen

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Marion

'What a beautiful world'...
I think this poem is saying the exact opposite S. We could all do with a little peace and acceptance of each other.... we still have the potential to make it beautiful....maybeΒ  x

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sparrowsong

Hello M...

We all bring something to the Table...

​​​​​​Right?

To add our own thing right?

I imagine a World with just Pharmacies...

But, no one wants a Grocery Store?

A World with only thing...

I don't think I would want to stay there long...

Would you?

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

S x

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author
sparrowsong

A World with only one thing to me would be boring and not very feasible...

Some people might be very happy with just the one thing...

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author
Bernadete van d...

We all yearn for peace. Thank you for sharing this peaceful song, Ice Queen. Β BΒ 

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