Black Calla Lilies On My Grave
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We are at this moment, fellow pilgrim, treading on the boulders of this hill upon weathered rocks and rotting roots to smell a whiff of nature’s scent or to spot footprints on molten lava.
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Many heartfelt "Thank Yous" Salem and may the same also return to you.
well deserved award, cute ...
smiles.
@ Jingle Poetry, appreciative of your kind comments. Many smiles too. :)
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