September 27, 2017September 27, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Forest’s edge She is a path…meandering through edges of a forest gathering…minutes and flowers and scattering…long lanky beam shadows about the dew flung meadow she becomes the day Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Written with brevity, this poem holds imagination, for you as well as us, which is very rare. Well done! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
Such a gorgeous description.
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:)… thank you
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You are most welcome! 🙂
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:)… have a wonderful day
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Aww, you, too, my friend 🙂
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🙂
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Written with brevity, this poem holds imagination, for you as well as us, which is very rare. Well done!
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:)… thanks so much
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She is and she is path…so,so deep Kae
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:).. good morning Ben… have a wonderful day
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Stunning 💞
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Thanks so much 🙂
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