let’s …
carry each other
on rickshaws… on
edges of sands
and weeds…
to
learn each other’s
folk songs of
lands
and
sands and…
seas
let’s…
listen
to
voices of
seashells… dip
injera in…
bowls
of
peace swells…
…wear each other’s
faces
in
iridescent places …
swim in
heart framed
seashell
…lockets…
Love the picture! What’s injera?
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East African bread… Wonderful stuff:)
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And “voices of seashells” 🙂 sweet poem
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Beautiful poem and that baby elephant is so cute
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Thank you 🙂
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This poem would sound good read over some bossa nova.
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Well Ward… ahem.. Steve… You have done it… U used a word I did not know… But… Before demonstrating my ignorance to you…I dashed to google … and can now say… What a good idea:)…
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Bebel Gilberto – August Day Song
That is one of my favorites. 🙂
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We can keep my ignorance just between the two of us right ?…😉
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Seashell lockets! Keeping the memory tucked away forever. I love it!!
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:).. thank you
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Ah. I went there with you in this poem.
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So good to hear:)… have an awesome weekend
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Me too!
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🙂
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That picture, love it, we used to play with the tyre like that.
Except this little ellie on top, is just priceless.
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How fun:)… and you are from South Africa?
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Yes. South Africa. Just north of Durban.
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How wonderful:)… sunny California here
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