Shade of the old tree
lovers stroll midsummer day
thirsty lips quench
…rapids muffle gentle moans
…nature’s river dance
© Tournesol ’15

Shade of the old tree
lovers stroll midsummer day
thirsty lips quench
…rapids muffle gentle moans
…nature’s river dance
© Tournesol ’15
lovely tanka and perhaps a great memory!
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I have such fond memories where my children grew up and I blossomed there too.
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Ah … splendid place to grow up, that’s for sure!
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It was…in the next few weeks I will be posting photos of the fort along the water and the picnic areas where we spent many afternoons from my visit on Friday. Many will be posted on my other blog too.
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Cool … glad the weather is smiling and you’re able to get out in the sun-shine!
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It is cool this week and I have even had to puthte heat back on…drops to 8C at night and today is 14 but climbing back slowly. The humidity however makes our bodies very achy.
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Here it was 34°C yesterday and pretty humid as well as it rained for most of the weekend and up ’til Tuesday.
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wow! that is hot…I still put the heat on when I got home…to get the damp chill out of the apartment but not complaining.
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Hm…don’t think you are talking about eating strawberries and cherries by the riverside here, somehow! Your words are danderous, sweet Tournesol, dangerous!
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My aunt is an artist and she always agrees with the person who interprets her art….it is what you feel it is:)
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Well, lovers strolling and then there is moaning. Sounds like a good time to me!
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The river hides the evidence:)
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Wow what a wonderful tanka so full of emotions and love …
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I was bursting with it on that beautiful afternoon:) thank you!
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