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reinventionsreena.com
blood-soaked dayscolour horizons,seek refuge-dark velvetenvelopes deep, angry woundsto induce false hope dawn's pink huesdiluted versionof barelyforgottenagony - sharpening clawsto attack again What Do You See #348 |
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violetslentz.home.blog
Photo Courtesy of Crispina Kemp He found the paint mare at dawn, standing alone on the ridge, her coat dusted with frost. She'd slipped the fence again sometime in the night- followed a trail only she understood. He'd tracked her hoofprints until the ground turned to stone and the path vanished. He could hear the... |
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lunas-online.com
Oak leaves showing us a full range of colours - Crispina Kemp ~~~a beautiful sightall those wonderful coloursthere's russet and redbumblebee golden, chartreuseand plus magnificent mauve such a good seasonit rings it's changes so wellwhat else will it say?young leaves are gorgeous, and thatoak will be extraordinary~~~ Robbie is our host this week at#TankaTuesday, and... |
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poetrybymaggiewatson.uk
(written March 2024) My words are not commodities for sale or rent, though I have often misspent them. As I write, I hope someone may collect them like pennies in a jar. To extract one or two when their days are hard. My words will never hold meaning to those who choose not to see... |
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