Jul19

The Garden

Posted on July 19, 2016 by anna mosca

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pensive hazel eyes
flickering around
the night

where perfumes
sail

to the clouds
away

from the cracking
tiny sound of bare feet
on sleepy grass

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CarissaMarie on July 19, 2016 at 7:00 am said:

Sleepy grass, such imagery! Can the clouds take me away too? I like this, thanks for sharing your gifts with us!

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- anna mosca on July 19, 2016 at 7:05 am said:
  
  Thank you CarissaMarie for your enthusiastic comment! I so appreciate feedbacks… yes, when you are barefoot you walk more attentively, and even grass seems alive and you wish not to
  crush it too hard… Be transported by a cloud!
  
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  - CarissaMarie on July 19, 2016 at 8:27 am said:
    
    You’re welcome! I appreciate them as well, so I do my best to do the same for others. 🙂 Indeed, the feeling of walking barefoot on the grass is amazing.
    
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notlimey on July 19, 2016 at 7:10 am said:

I love poetry that evokes the physical feel of things wedded to the emotional feel – and which uses imagery

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- anna mosca on July 19, 2016 at 11:20 am said:
  
  So happy you do, and so happy you took the time to let me know. Thank you indeed Notlimey, do roam around and let me know if some other poem touches you 🙂
  
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Alina on July 20, 2016 at 5:49 am said:

Anna Mastery 🙂

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- anna mosca on July 20, 2016 at 6:41 am said:
  
  Hello Alina, so nice to have you back!! This make me happy. Thank you for your nice comment 😊 appreciate it
  
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