If i were to talk
because i held a certain trust
that words left on ledges
wouldn’t be pushed
shoved or trampled
what would your answer be?
The flowers carefully cut
each slice affords another view
each decidedly new
to the possibility of desert juice
so let’s drink up under the star’s canopy.
And if the end starts
another conversation
would you stay past midnight
under the blanket tent
I pitched while cleaning house?
Dressed in bleak
we stand and speak
of autumn nights that ramble
while holding hands
and rehearse our final vows.
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How beautiful🌸😘
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🌊💙🎶
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Wow, Jeanne. On questions, I had to share it.. fantastic..
https://grumpysgiftspoetry.org/2020/05/27/arrangements-jeanne-elizabeth-wabi-sabi/
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oops, typo… NO question
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👍🏼😝🌧☀️🌈
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