Dec8

Indian Wells

Posted on December 8, 2015 by anna mosca

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I will not
repeat what
flowers tell me

as I walk by
at sunrise

their opening
to daylight

exhaling joy
it will stay
as gentle breeze

compressed
in shells shapes

to the sides of
my curious head

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Visionariekind on December 8, 2015 at 9:14 am said:

beautiful

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- anna mosca on December 8, 2015 at 6:40 pm said:
  
  😀 thank you
  
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simonhlilly on December 8, 2015 at 9:55 am said:

Cochleal delight.

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- anna mosca on December 8, 2015 at 6:40 pm said:
  
  Love the comment and love learning new words, how appropriate! Thank you Simon.
  
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Alina on December 8, 2015 at 4:55 pm said:

So beautiful, Anna 🙂

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- anna mosca on December 8, 2015 at 6:41 pm said:
  
  Happy you like it Alina 😀
  
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migueltio on December 8, 2015 at 5:00 pm said:

I love it!!

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- anna mosca on December 8, 2015 at 6:42 pm said:
  
  So happy to see such enthusiasm, thank you Miguelito!
  
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beth wimmer on December 15, 2015 at 4:53 am said:

such a sweet secret between you and flowers. you honor them well. love this!

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- anna mosca on December 15, 2015 at 9:12 am said:
  
  Beth, glad to share delight with you!
  
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