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| | | | | Image credit: © Altinosmanaj | iStockphoto Beneath the palm trees tradewinds calypso Memories of a tropical portmanteau. Innocence climbs mango trees without fear, Beneath the sun's warm and relentless stare, Memories pluck ripened fruit for tomorrow. ? Oceans waltz, coral ballet pristine flow Building castles and keeps; sand-the hero. Wealth was nature's purse and its... | |
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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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| | | | | water memories come to shore sunlight danced on the waves galore sand squelched between my chubby toes water sprayed on my freckled nose, I couldn't ask for more sandcastle shapes from buckets pour a day at the beach was no chore parade all day in swimming clothes, memories come to shore hanging from the dock... | |
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| | | Image credit; Colin Maynard @ Unsplash For this week's #WDYS #WHATDOYOUSEE Poetry Image Prompt, Sadje has provided us with the image above which shows a Caucasian baby around one year old, staring into the camera with her big blue-grey eyes. In her hands, she's holding a wooden block that she is trying to eat. Below... | ||
