Blessed are you ,
King of the Universe
Who teaches song birds how
to glide
over edges of frosted grass
etching poesy
into starlit moons
and seas…
where gulls find oyster cups
and me
eating crackers
scribbling away
as I arise to decorate my morning with little pearls
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Moccasins at Meadow Arc 
Shall I tell you a secret. Here give me your ear *you are a great poetess and for me the most awesome*. Well I guess everyone knows it. hahaa
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Oh…what kind thing to say…u are so sweet … thanks so much for your lovely encouragement:)
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Your most welcome!
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🙂
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