i thought i heard your love whisper to me through wheat fields
under a bread-scented sun
but it was only
a figment of your imagination
whistling through barbed wire
cutting
my cries of “mama”,
into ribbons
i thought i heard your love whisper to me through wheat fields
under a bread-scented sun
but it was only
a figment of your imagination
whistling through barbed wire
cutting
my cries of “mama”,
into ribbons
Very melancholic!
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🙂
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Truly heart felt. I’m like a blackbird and occasionally will fly into your thicket of trees, rest for a while on your branches and marvel ….
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Gorgeous poetry D … posing as a comment😉… thanks… hugs:)… are you back home then?… and brined garlic is quite pungent so far:)
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Yes dear lady, I’m back and brain is slowly readjusting to West coast time after a couple of nights of going to bed at 7 pm.
Yum to the brined garlic … you have my early morning mouth watering lol
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:).. beware the garlic… appears to bring on the herx… loved what u did with ur last post…:)
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Love that you commented dear madam!
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🙂
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awesome work Kay ❤ xoxox
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Thank you:)
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