You make me want to find them all...the crows appearing in poems, as if touching down on each sparkling entry, greedy. But it's the crows I would collect, in my nest of words.
And i just posted a photo of me as a feather. I'm not even a whole bird. I am my youth, with just a few wrinkles (minus any wiseness) but perhaps that's what you meant of yourself?
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Wonderful!
Hello again, Rudhi, and thank you!
lieber William, das ist Weltschmerz und hat kein Ende...
liebe Grüße von Jasmin
Thank you, Jasmin. My feeling here is one of friendship and joy....
You make me want to find them all...the crows appearing in poems, as if touching down on each sparkling entry, greedy. But it's the crows I would collect, in my nest of words.
You’re in luck, Annie. This just in.
Touching words!
Thank you, Monika!
And i just posted a photo of me as a feather. I'm not even a whole bird. I am my youth, with just a few wrinkles (minus any wiseness) but perhaps that's what you meant of yourself?
xo
erin
Mmmmm thank you William. My nest expands.
Perhaps, Erin. I think so. But really, it’s the poem by Vassilis that I wanted to share, and to which mine is but a clumsy response.
You’re welcome, Annie. And now it looks like you’ll have to make even more room.
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