So I have to feed my birds:)
Weekend again and lots of things to be thankful about like New year’s lunch at work!
Let us forget the diet just for this time:)
Ending this post with this poem that was written by someone dear to me.
In dreams I live again,
and dwell in fragrant spring,
rose filled skies begin to rise,
for hearts’ wider blossoming.
Poetry is for dreamers,
dreamers who’d die for love’s cost,
And I’m a dreamer who die for you
for you the one I love the most…
Have a nice weekend friends!