She was golden Long before the rising sun One treasure chest You never want sunken Epiphany The pieces fit perfectly Her bosom A cradle to the innocent Your burdens Weightless To her ever caring heart In full bloom Flower for every season It’s quite okay Hand her the rocks Undoubtedly She will find the diamonds
I LOVE WRITING. ESPECIALLY POEMS FOR KIDS. PRACTICING MY HAIKU THAT I ALSO LOVE.BOTH TRADITIONAL AND NON TRADITIONAL.I INTEND TO SHARE MY PASSION ON THIS BLOG. I HOPE TO MAKE ALL ENTERTAINING AS MUCH AS I CAN. JOIN ME IN MY JOURNEY.....
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Beautifully penned Monica
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Thank you so much Ivor!
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Very nice this one ✨
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Thank you!!!
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Will you review mine 😍
https://snowdrop0.wordpress.com/2021/01/07/street-art-come-on-again/
Lots of love to your blog ✨
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Very beautiful indeed
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Thank you so much… I appreciate your kind words.
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You are most deservedly welcome
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The layers of images in this poem make for a delightful read.
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Thank you very much… Happy New Year!!!
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Love this one Monica.
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Thank you so very much…. I’m so happy you enjoyed it. 😊
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