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PuddlesTossed and turned by fronds of gentle winds, love lives and coils around the soul and claims your heart.

Enchanted spirits fly around soft winged and touch your dreams.

Gold dawns and starlit dusks, perfumed of roses then entwine your heart; translucent spider webs which trap your thoughts.

You wake from summer slumber on the bank of river grass, and blinking in the evening light you see the truth for what it is, and smell the coming of the morning dew; the essence of our life.

And at that moment between heaven and existence you know that all is well.

You chase away the dark clouds that hover over you, and do not sleep at all.

You wake again to see the glory of the rising sun, and puddles answer you must dream to live – we want to make you splash in us; to see your tiny feet in boots with so much joy and laughter.

Look deep into us the puddles cry and see your face reflected when the sun is high, to feel our love for every creature in the world.

When dark clouds pass to block the sun do not despair, for puddles never do.

Just know that life goes on as they are water just like you.