
Stretching beyond bare branches
And icicle tips
Tunneling with breezes
Flying down
Snow winged streets
Under her breath
Whistling a tune
Flanking sanity
And trying to hold on
Stretching beyond bare branches
And icicle tips
Tunneling with breezes
Flying down
Snow winged streets
Under her breath
Whistling a tune
Flanking sanity
And trying to hold on
Beautiful poem — “…trying to hold on” — like all of us.
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Always ❤️, thank you Mich.
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I love the last two lines…
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Thanks!
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The last two lines made me have to listen to Aerosmith’s Living on the edge this morning…
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Beautiful😊
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Wow! Not sure how this got missed. Thank you so much, and I am truly sorry for the delay in response. Hope all is well!
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Thank you very much for your nice comment 😊🥰🌼🦋
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