Lost in the mists of time
youth and passion
now I only have despair
waiting for a magic to happen
with each sunrise
the dream revives
bringing me love and enchantment
writephoto :: mists
Lost in the mists of time
youth and passion
now I only have despair
waiting for a magic to happen
with each sunrise
the dream revives
bringing me love and enchantment
Tea & Paper 
This is very pretty, Elizabeth.
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Thanks dear!
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Yes, a new day, a renewal of Gods promise. Peace to you Elizabeth.
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Thanks dear, the same to you!
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The night making way for the morning day after day, without fail, is the biggest magic of all 🙂
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Yes, it’ is really magical!
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Such positivity. I like it.
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Thanks Rupali!
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Simple and wonderful Elizabeth!
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Thanks so much Ritu!
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Dawn is always a rebirth of hope.
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yes, couldn’t agree more! new day, new opportunities!
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Indeed 🙂
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