Painting by Pino Daeni
Children are flowers
We are their gardeners.
We help them to grow.
We are their ground, their water.
They are our only aim.
Children
07 Sunday Jun 2015
Posted in Poésie
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We are – then they leave us.
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Reblogged this on EnerStrategie and commented:
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Beautiful artwork and words my friends. Words and artwork needed to be shared.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read the outstanding words and view the amazing artwork of a talented writer.
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So well said!
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By their innocence
they’re almost unreachable ;
as are the flowers.
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How beautifully true!
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Beautiful
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So beautiful Esther. Children are the most worthy investment of all.
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Children can teach us
Like a rose in his garden
Taught a little prince.
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C’est magnifique ❤
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Reblogged this on Bread Love And Dreams and commented:
Love this poem and happy to share it with all my readers!
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How is your new logo working out for you?
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And – I have 3. 🙂 🙂 🙂
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