Blessed are they, at the Hour, finding,
No regrets, just vain worries, slipping.
Gentle sigh, into softness, so falling,
Enter the quiet, sweet lilies, sleeping.
~ D.F.
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Dan Frugalberg 
So lovely….
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Thank you, Kim 🙂
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So nice! Love the poem’s meaning with the photo.
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Many thanks, I’m really happy to hear that 🙂 God bless!
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totally lovely
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Thanks, Karyl! Have a wonderful weekend 🙂
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You too. 🙂
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great word Dan.
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Blessing, Eugene 🙂
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Your photos are peaceful!
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Glad to hear that they are able to convey peace to you 🙂 Take care and God bless!
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a beautiful photo plus a beautiful poem. water lilies deserve no less! Very nice
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Many thanks!! Glad you enjoyed the post 🙂
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That’s a great photo. Thee is something serene about water lilies. I had the good fortune to visit Monet’s garden several times. When the water lilies were in full riot, it was easy to see why Monet spent so much time and effort painting them. Seeing the paintings in the Orangerie in Paris recently took me right back there, as did your lovely shot.
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Thanks, Mary! Water lilies do have an ethereal quality about them. Glad to revive some fond memories for you 🙂
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There is serenity in this picture and I needed a dose of that about now. Beautiful pictures.
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Glad that you enjoyed your visit, Wild Ninja! 🙂
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