September 15, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese The morn’ awaits Toss quilting off in forest reeds of widows weeds and sobbing brooks the scouring night has passed. Listen – sunrise early patter splashes over raindrop pebbles, melts quilting off of snowy mounds the night is past the morn’ awaits new laughter… Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
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