gentle rain, grey skies
a cat cleans the night’s remains
from extended claws
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gentle rain, grey skies
a cat cleans the night’s remains
from extended claws
I dream so I write ..
“Wings are an illusive notion. Some may possess them, but they are not very visible, and as for me, there isn’t the least sign of a feather.” -Amy Carmichael
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Ellen Grace Olinger
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Very beautiful ❤🌹
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Thank you. ad thank you for stopping by. I have just visited your blog and very much like your poems and choice of imagery.
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You are most welcome
Thank you for visiting my own blog and for your kind words
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