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wordsandcoffeewriting.com
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| | | | | The escape to tranquility,to waters rushing and still,to the calm of spacewhere water meets sky:the unspoken whisperof past and futureblurred into one present.Alive in tree roots,polished rocks and wrinkled pine needles,the landscape revitalizesdead souls,calls home life's warmth,and echoes a hopethat reverberatesunder my rib cage. I wrote this poem for the Wea've Written Weekly prompt #167.... | |
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jjjinteractivebooks.com
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| | | | | Thinking: My purpose is utterly unreliableIts fluctuation is quite undeniableIn all respects unverifiableDoing: At times it's a giver of careOr laboring as much as I dareElse enjoying the hobbies and people I shareBeing: So the best I can sayIs my purpose changes each dayAnd I find that it's rather okay W3 Prompt #102: Wea've WrittenWeekly... | |
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accordingtosassy.com
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| | | | | not as long or deep as the moldau but equally beautiful hauntingly so is the quiet meandering mountain stream below the overgrowth of trees seemingly unviewed by modern or mortal eyes impossible to ignore the enigmatic and profound peace found when wandering by the stream *** This post is in response to the W3 Prompt... | |
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lunas-online.com
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| | | Photo Prompt © Dale Rogerson Over the Fence "I don't know what those things are called, do I? I'm not a gardener. No, definitely not. I mean it looks okay, although some veg is more productive, as long as it's something I like. You know, like toms, they are nice. I'm not keen on the... | ||
