The Fence

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Come share this space with me: The Fence

From the fence the world stands still; above us a cloud of sky peacefully paints a story.

Below us the grass sways gently as the wind blows gingerly by.

From the fence all is good; together you and I need not share words, just the joy of being…
you and I.

The gust of wind may blow us free, yet the memory of the sweet space brings us back to the simplicity of just you and me on the fence, where we are free in the calmness of this space.

A place where love has no boundary. A place where we are perfectly fine just being who we are: for a space in time… you and I are one as for a moment in time it becomes Our Story, We on the fence: Us together in a flash of eternity.

~ Daisy Raisler
Daisy Says: Sweet serenity can be found in the simplest of places.

2 thoughts on “The Fence

  1. “If places are always particular, then ‘place’ itself is the place of places, that site which contains all possible places.” (Edward Casey)

    (((((HUGS)))))

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