manna before light threads the sky, I wake, not to make— bear witness I slip into the soft seam where words wait— not mine to own, but cradle cupped hands like rain
Wonderful!
thank you!
Gorgeous, Amrita, simple gorgeous.
Thank you! That makes me so happy!
❤️❤️❤️Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you, Pamela! And thank you for restacking.
I awaken, not to make where words await
"I slip into the soft seam where words wait...cupped hands like rain..." Lovely! This poem was like finding a new flower open in my garden.
Wow! What a lovely comment. Thanks, Daniel!
Beautiful 😍
Thank you!
Wonderful!
thank you!
Gorgeous, Amrita, simple gorgeous.
Thank you! That makes me so happy!
❤️❤️❤️Beautiful ❤️❤️❤️
Thank you, Pamela! And thank you for restacking.
I awaken, not to make where words await
"I slip into the soft seam where words wait...cupped hands like rain..." Lovely! This poem was like finding a new flower open in my garden.
Wow! What a lovely comment. Thanks, Daniel!
Beautiful 😍
Thank you!