MIND
I went to the fields
so,
for myself,
and not looking for anything
was what I wanted.
And there was a flower,
now there
nearby
in life never
I saw a better looking.
I wanted to catch him,
but the flower said to me
own roots,
and are well hidden.
Down deep
are buried;
why my flowers
are nice round.
I can not flirt,
I can not flatter;
miss you,
but transplanting.
-Johann Wolfgang Goethe-
We can collect the most beautiful thoughts, beautiful things, but if you do not reprocess, we do not implanted in our souls, making them our first thoughts, and actions, then habits of life will not serve to nothing ..... with affection, Lisa
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