Words have always been my art: They dance for me and sing for me; They laugh for me and cry for me; They are my paint and brushes; They are my clay.
You also make my pulse flutter like a butterfly against a window.
wow instant picture come to mind with these words love it! Glad to see you "here" and Mark too. Working on this crazy month of poetry again this year!
Aww... very sweet.
You also make my pulse flutter like a butterfly against a window.
ReplyDeletewow instant picture come to mind with these words love it! Glad to see you "here" and Mark too. Working on this crazy month of poetry again this year!
ReplyDeleteAww... very sweet.
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