Wind swept and broken
It holds endless journeys
Sleeping awake, my mind
Drifts to lands unknown
Captured moments
In a seed pod of memories and fantasies
By Michelle Pujol
I've just come from my favourite gardens, were i took a moment with some friends to stop, breath, and chase butterflies or at least attempt to. I feel some what refreshed after a really stressful week of deadlines, moving, teaching and adjusting. The gardens are my constant in a shifting world. I look forward to "that" feeling in a new gardens in Brisbane with new plants and new butterflies to grab my attention.
It holds endless journeys
Sleeping awake, my mind
Drifts to lands unknown
Captured moments
In a seed pod of memories and fantasies
By Michelle Pujol
I've just come from my favourite gardens, were i took a moment with some friends to stop, breath, and chase butterflies or at least attempt to. I feel some what refreshed after a really stressful week of deadlines, moving, teaching and adjusting. The gardens are my constant in a shifting world. I look forward to "that" feeling in a new gardens in Brisbane with new plants and new butterflies to grab my attention.
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