Intoxicating,
Your warmth pools like a spring rain,
Fresh breezes tug at my hair
And at the hem of my dress;
And Sun’s kiss passionately
Welcomes my heart home
.
.
.
Tanka
Intoxicating,
Your warmth pools like a spring rain,
Fresh breezes tug at my hair
And at the hem of my dress;
And Sun’s kiss passionately
Welcomes my heart home
.
.
.
Tanka
A poem of hope and resilience.
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…and welcome back!!!
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Am I right in thinking you probably shouldn’t ‘Whoop!’ on a profound poem post?
OK, just ‘Lovely to see a post from you Gwen’ it is then.
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