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Dawn's honey

Prompt challenge: Use at least two yellow things in a poem without using the word "yellow." My response takes the path of dawn—whe...

Thursday, January 16, 2020

Fire of love

The embers smoulder,
the fumes rise, subtly subdued.
Love reveals itself.



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Since every thought is a seed, I am looking forward to a delicious harvest.