August 14, 2017August 17, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Sun Like a whisper, she fell from his lips and before he could wipe the dust of her off the edge of his sword– she arose like a sigh, like a third day rose… trading swords for sunbeams blooming on dew Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Wow! This is stunning. I love the allusion to the resurrection in that third day rose. The opening lines are breathtaking and the rest of this piece speaks to the soul. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Coming from one who writes such beautiful poetry as you do, I appreciate your encouragement … thanks:) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Wow! This is stunning. I love the allusion to the resurrection in that third day rose. The opening lines are breathtaking and the rest of this piece speaks to the soul.
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Coming from one who writes such beautiful poetry as you do, I appreciate your encouragement … thanks:)
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You humble me, Kae. You write so beautifully. You are most welcome 😊
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Beautiful!
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