October 24, 2017 Kimberly Vargas Agnese Twigs and quills Somehow… between the fluff of ink and it’s frothing arrow i find my own hand where fragrant clouds listen to poplar’s lisping prayers, as they wrap little bits of love around glistening twigs i watch new poems hatch out of speckled eggs Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading...
Wonderful poem Kae 🙂
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:)… Hi Ben… thanks 🙂
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amazing!
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Thanks so much:)
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Love your works!
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Hi Miguel:)… thanks so much 🙂
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🙂 Smiles at you!!
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Eggs! Poached or speckled I’m a fan. As I am of your words 😌
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Lovely
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:)… thanks so much
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