September 27, 2017September 27, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Forest’s edge She is a path…meandering through edges of a forest gathering…minutes and flowers and scattering…long lanky beam shadows about the dew flung meadow she becomes the day Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Written with brevity, this poem holds imagination, for you as well as us, which is very rare. Well done! LikeLiked by 2 people Reply
Such a gorgeous description.
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:)… thank you
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You are most welcome! 🙂
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:)… have a wonderful day
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Aww, you, too, my friend 🙂
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🙂
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Written with brevity, this poem holds imagination, for you as well as us, which is very rare. Well done!
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:)… thanks so much
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She is and she is path…so,so deep Kae
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:).. good morning Ben… have a wonderful day
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Stunning 💞
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Thanks so much 🙂
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