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Powerfully penned, Brandon. Excellent write with many layers my friend. It’s all about following the light, I can relate. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Read MoreWhen I'd found the warmth of your waist replaced by sunrise ribbons on the bed I felt no...
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hello dearest Tim this is truly beautiful ❤️
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Thanks for the comment, Crimsin. 🙂
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Hi Tim!
I love this. Everything is said in your signature style (yes you have one) it’s eloquent, and I love
how you designed the layout.And I looove the lasso sunsets amigo!
Your friend Del!
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Thanks so much for your thoughts, Delly.
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Beautifully penned, Tim. Excellent write my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian. 🙂
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redzone posted in the group National Poetry Month
POEM #1– Poetry Month
As I step off the back porch,
into the freshly fallen snow,
I look in all four directions
seeking balance in a new day.As I walk through the snow,
Grandmother speaks to me:“Aztec, see how the snow
covers and quenches the Crocuses’ thirst;
how their purple or yellow petals
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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
A little dream
Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tendernessInner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherishedLet me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
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PAR (Paulo Acácio Ramos) posted in the group National Poetry Month
April Fools, With Fangs
April shows up
yellow as a banana peel left to rot in the sun,
a warning disguised as a joke,
a joke disguised as mercy.Truth drags itself in after her,
dust‑coated,
half‑asleep,
muttering that honesty is overrated
and timing is everything.The day is a trapdoor:
you step,
it laughs,
you fall,
it shr…Read More - Load More Posts
There’s a tenderness in the way you name the climb back into the light.