December 11, 2017December 11, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese People are not pigeons… haiku Folks feed him bread crumbs… This park bench is where he dreams… Skies kiss his forehead… Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
Wonderfully poignant!
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Thanks:)… how’s the snow ?
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It’s almost gone, but I’m sure we have more to come.
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🙂
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