Painting by Vladimir Volegov
Sarit is playing,
The old days of the childhood
Come back to life.
The games in the garden
With Dad, bursts of laughter.
Old days
26 Tuesday May 2015
Posted in Poésie, Sarah שָׂרָה
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You said a handful in the short poetry. Beautiful artwork and very good words.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Beautiful artwork and good words by a amazing writer. Please read and enjoy.
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We become younger
When childhood comes back to us :
Life, a game, again.
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Amazing. You invoke a certain mood here like a spell to excite memory. —Chagall
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Aww, This brought back a good memory 🙂
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Simply gorgeous and moving!!!!
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Lovely, Esther- words and painting created such a wonderful mood!
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Beautiful games of childhood
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Reminds me of my daughter and myself when we play in the sand shes 24 now and we still play.
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Reblogged this on Miss Stilletto.
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Beautiful memories.
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Very beautiful. A moment in time touching another moment, creating great beauty.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
REFLECTING IN LAUGHTER NOW-! ❤
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