Mind Journey on a Windy Day
Mind Journey on a Windy DayWind whispers lay under a brightyellow umbrellafloat away.Mind wanders while tiny redumbrellas drink up the sky.My eyes absorb each parasolthat pokes it headout from a flour...
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Brollies were once solely used by royalty to denote thier stature. Now every one has the privilege of leaving theirs in some public place to be auctioned at lost property sales
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Hi Ivor,Thank you so much for the information. Really enjoyed the lesson and that great new word: brolly. I have revised this piece to include synonyms for the word umbrella. Appreciate it, becuase it...
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This is absolutely beautiful. Great write--thank you ever so kindly for posting this!
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Umm..mostly just saying I read this. Also..Hell. Suddenly..Read it more then once. It's what I can do.Grey
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Hi Morgan,Thank you for your thoughts on this poem. Glad you enjoyed.Hi Grey,Thank you for reading, appreciative.Lit with Kick!
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Morning Gab!Between wind and rain, this was a perfect poem for the weekend...and I love how you personalized the umbrellas. I avoid pink usually...but not in this case.Well made!
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