Whistling

Reblogging some happy thoughts for a happy Sunday 🙂

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I spread my arms,
like the trees,
and whistle at the skies,
happy and free,
to the song of our hearts.

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Whistling

I spread my arms,
like the trees,
and whistle at the skies,
happy and free,
to the song of our hearts.

Carefree Whistling

Carefree whistling,

of that song you couldn’t quite remember,

while running free,

on undiscovered paths,

on your way home.

 

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