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the sound of my steps
my hills on concrete
early in the morning
resounds in my head
is an internal sound
that echoes all over
when thoughts cease
for a minute or two
when flowers reach
the fullness of my heart
invasive as their perfume
I slow down to inhale
it’s a time warp this one
now suddenly on the
French/Italian Riviera
same me hushed in the
moment of understanding
beauty from within
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i love every poem she posts
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Thank you so much for your kind comment, happy you like them!
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I have to agree, I love it too! Seriously real poetry!
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Thank you to you too then, glad you are taking the time to read here and write feedbacks!
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you continue to touch and inspire me, Anna. 🙂 big smile on my heart.
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So happy to make your heart happy Beth and to inspire you 🙂 really.
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In synch again, Anna, and I want to say always 🙂
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Always be it Alina!
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