Monday, April 22, 2019

Forest Mist Comments

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I am not invisible, flowers wither,
die, and crinkle. Who am I. As I watch
time fly by in a rush. And sometimes
all I can do is, stand back and blush.
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Rebecca Navarre
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Rose Marie Juan-austin 28 April 2019

What a very inspiring poem, Rebecca. Very heartwarming to read. The closure lines are just fantastic. Yes, each morning light is a gift.

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Rebecca Navarre 28 April 2019

Thank you! .. Rose Marie, Ever so much for such kind and beautiful words! .. Ever so many blessings dear! ..

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