Poetry taps on my window each sunrise
like a little girl
who is told to go gather eggs
yet finds her way to salty sprays
and moonlit eggs
nestled near grassy seas…
Poetry taps on my window each sunrise
like a little girl
who is told to go gather eggs
yet finds her way to salty sprays
and moonlit eggs
nestled near grassy seas…
Beautiful personification
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Thanks my percolating friend:)… have a wonderful weekend 🙂
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You are most welcome, my friend. Have a great weekend, too 😊
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Oh wow!
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Thanks so much 🙂
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❤
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Mmmmm i love this so much. Beautiful
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Thanks Bethany:)
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I did like this poem. Artwork and words. Perfect.
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Thanks so much John:)
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You are welcome Kae.
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Reblogged this on johncoyote and commented:
Please read and enjoy the work of a talented writer.
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Oh John thank u so much for sharing my work… what an encouragement you are!:)
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Was my honor and you are welcome Kae. Good words need to be shared and read.
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Eggs! Eggs! Love it 🙂
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Love, love this 😊
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Hi, Kay. Just following you home from my place. I watched the crumbs. 😀 I am already a follower. I will watch to see that I find you more often. Thanks for the likes you have left me. They are encouraging.
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Thanks so much Oneta:)
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Beautiful.
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Thanks:)
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Kay, I love your poem. I grew up on the Pacific coast in Vancouver so I can relate to your poem.
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Yay:)… thanks so much 🙂
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incredible
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