Olive trees On September 30, 2015September 29, 2015 By Esther LingIn Poésie The olive trees dance The memories of four lives, Of a family. They will dance forever since They are rooted in our love. TwitterSkypeFacebookGooglePinterestTumblrEmailMoreTelegramLinkedInPrintStumblePocketRedditWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading... Related
To be king of trees Did not please an olive tree, When the offer came. http://paysdepoesie.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/le-roi-des-arbres-est-un-buisson/ L’olivier se récuse, offrir l’huile, il préfère. LikeLiked by 1 person September 30, 2015 at 4:29 pm Reply
Belle queste tue parole, affiancate ad un albero antico e vitale. LikeLiked by 1 person October 1, 2015 at 12:57 am Reply
Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented: AND LOVE NEED NOT DIE…IF PREPARED TO FLOURISH! LikeLiked by 1 person October 1, 2015 at 3:51 pm Reply
They are rooted in our love.
Very Nice!
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To be king of trees
Did not please an olive tree,
When the offer came.
http://paysdepoesie.wordpress.com/2013/07/01/le-roi-des-arbres-est-un-buisson/
L’olivier se récuse, offrir l’huile, il préfère.
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Belle queste tue parole, affiancate ad un albero antico e vitale.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND LOVE NEED NOT DIE…IF PREPARED TO FLOURISH!
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