*
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
.
.
.
.
.
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*
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
.
.
.
.
.
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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