November 9, 2017November 9, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Pieces Sometimes i am like a tree, i guess… pieces of me fall, sometimes i am not like a tree, i guess… when i am afraid to let stuff go, sometimes i suppose, i am a tree nodding my head in Spring breezes pushing out new shoots… Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Thanks Ben:)… this was a therapy poem for what I’m facing today … thanks for your support 🙂 LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
I hope this writing helps Kae … because if it helps you and pleases your readers too, then it’s a win win. Did I mention it’s a win? Terrific! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
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Amazing your so talented! Thank you for your words 🙂 flightministries.com LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Wow.. Good one Kae.. 😁
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:)… thanks Malavika:)
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Beautiful
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Thanks Bethany:)
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nice cadence, nice words, cool poem ❤
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🙂 thanks Jack
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Great work Kae,
we are all like tree sometimes 🙂
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Thanks Ben:)… this was a therapy poem for what I’m facing today … thanks for your support 🙂
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I hope this writing helps Kae … because if it helps you and pleases your readers too, then it’s a win win. Did I mention it’s a win? Terrific!
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Thanks:)
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A beautiful one yet again dear Kae ❤️
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Thanks so much:)
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Amazing your so talented! Thank you for your words 🙂 flightministries.com
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Thanks 🙂
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