Sep1 California Notebooks, 2014 Posted on September 1, 2014 by anna mosca Standard * it is so climbing up out of dreary thoughts sweat and impervious roads I leave everything behind to find the unexpected blossoms of three tiny flowers at a cicada party among the shafts of wind pushing clouds past me . . . . . Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrEmailPrintPinterestWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
Happy you like it Robin, it was taken from a place on the top of the world. I love it up there. LikeLike Reply ↓
Hi annamosca, I love the shafts of wind pushing clouds and the unexpectedness of the flowers. This is a lovely, powerful poem. Molte grazie, Chris LikeLike Reply ↓
I love your work. Good, honest, thought provoking poems. I certainly find my peace in them and look forward too reading more. 🙂 LikeLike Reply ↓
Anna, absolutely wonderful!!!!!!
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Thank you for you enthusiastic feedback 🙂
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Beautiful picture!
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Happy you like it Robin, it was taken from a place on the top of the world. I love it up there.
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I love your way of thinking, almost haphazardly, but with purpose.
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Hi annamosca,
I love the shafts of wind pushing clouds and the unexpectedness of the flowers. This is a lovely, powerful poem.
Molte grazie, Chris
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I love your work. Good, honest, thought provoking poems. I certainly find my peace in them and look forward too reading more. 🙂
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