With each stanzaI strive for an upswing –idle thoughts leadingto a crescendo… But exhaustion plaguesmy try, and fog coloursperspicacity, so my wordsland low, goal in limbo (Image my own)
An incorrigible hagengages my loneliness –like an assassin sniffing outany scent of vulnerability I am lowering standardsthis history of imprisonmentenabling inappropriate openings I cry for new perspectiveponder after boundariesintending to defend Like an unwanted bullseyeI am pursued on repeatmalice considering mea problem to be solved Who is this old womanwhose thoughts are daggerswho calls upon […]
Lovely drippy blossoms–do they have a sweet fragrance?
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Not too sure. My sniffer never really works quite right, lol
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Oh well, they’re very pretty!
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A renewable flower throughout the summer.
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Thanks for that.
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So bright and cheerful. A welcome sight 🙂
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Thanks!
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You’re welcome!
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