January 4, 2018January 4, 2018 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Bread scented sun 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 Share this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading...
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 …. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Gorgeous poetry D … posing as a comment😉… thanks… hugs:)… are you back home then?… and brined garlic is quite pungent so far:) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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 LikeLiked by 1 person
:).. beware the garlic… appears to bring on the herx… loved what u did with ur last post…:) LikeLiked by 1 person
Very melancholic!
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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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awesome work Kay ❤ xoxox
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Thank you:)
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