*
I end up at times
visiting old friends
dinners stretching
.
over time feeding
our souls
the privilege
.
of recalling
the spirit’s
visitations
.
our hearts
a candle burning
quietly
.
steadily shaking
in the evening
breeze leaves
.
we are made to fall
and to die
full of colors
.
when it’s season
.
.
“Not Rosaries Nor Missals” is a collections of poems started on July 2013. This poem comes from that collection.
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annamosca 
Another beautiful one, Anna B)
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Aww, that is so kind of you, thank you 😊
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You’re welcome B) Always look forward to reading from you
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This was lovely, Anna.
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Thank you Christin, happy you like it!
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Quite beautiful.
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Grateful, thank you.
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Grace!
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Your poems are imbued with the magic of simplicity and quietness
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I do my best to live my life like this, glad this fragrance can be shared and felt. I used to live a life quite different from this. This is so much richer as odd as it may sound.
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Does not sound odd at all. Makes total sense
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I really like your beautiful blog. A pleasure to come stroll on your pages. A great discovery and a very interesting blog. I will come back to visit you. See you soon. 🙂
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Thank you Angelilie! Nice to read your comment.
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