as i wander barefoot
up this grassy hill i
wonder a little
where i’m going,
a bobbie pin falls
amongst golden yarrows
and the sky cups
white clouds
in it’s hand…
the hem of my white dress billows
above my feet and
my hair floats…
floats above
wild oats rippling
up and over
and somewhere beyond misty
stepping stones
Wow…you touching my heart with your poetry
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Thanks so much Ben:)
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No, thank you Kae
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Kay you write magic ❤️
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Ahhh… thank you so much:)
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