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"We will skip through the meadows and runthrough the woods and swim in the river.In the evenings we will sit right here on this frontporch and count the stars."
Arnold Lobel, Frog and Toad are Friends
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Inspired by Arnold Lobel's Frog and Toad are Friends.
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Life dances upon the stage of existence like a fleeting wisp of smoke. At the dawn's tender embrace, we rise, radiant as the first rays of sunlight caressing the earth, only to find ourselves swallowed by the abyss of nightfall, our laughter echoing into the quietude of obsidian skies.
Life unfurls its pages like an ancient tome, its chapters marked by the seasons, a relentless cycle of birth and decay, growth and withering. We're but travelers on a train with no final destination, whizzing past landscapes that blur into a montage of memories.
How capricious life can be, like a tempestuous sea, sometimes calm and serene, only to unleash tempests that threaten to engulf us. It's a riddle wrapped in an enigma, a kaleidoscope of emotions that range from euphoria to despair.
Life is fleeting, time is cruel. However, in this part of the forest, it's not as bad as we thought it could be.
Meet Frog and Cat and they're friends!
Hopefully, they will still be.
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Untold Tales
PoezjaPoetry. As we venture into the depths of the woods, our voyage leads us into the sylvan realm where languishing nymphs reside, burdened by sorrow and constrained to silence for it holds secrets that will cause havoc once unraveled. In the gardens wh...
