
I heard a bird’s
sweet song, happy
for winter’s warmth
out of season, and there
were blossoms blooming…
but it is too soon
frost is coming

under the starry night
sky it’s easy to believe
in dreams, making
promises that we
won’t keep…then
morning comes

I am just a
fool who lingers
a bit too long
in my head
bleeding poetry with
each heart throb

you could shine like
a diamond crushed
into a thousand
tiny bits, but
you are afraid
of flying
~kat




January 27th, 2018 at 12:41 am
Wonderful!
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January 27th, 2018 at 6:36 am
Thank you 😊
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January 27th, 2018 at 10:08 am
You’re welcome Kat 🙂
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January 27th, 2018 at 7:15 am
Magnificent magnetic meanderings!
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January 27th, 2018 at 8:52 am
The Oracle was very good to me this morning. 😊
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January 27th, 2018 at 10:50 am
All of those are really good!
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January 27th, 2018 at 12:02 pm
Thank you…luck of the magnets today! 😊
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January 27th, 2018 at 3:14 pm
Sweet series! 😎🥀🥀🥀🥀🥀
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January 28th, 2018 at 7:17 am
Thank you Dorna. 😊
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January 27th, 2018 at 4:59 pm
Oh wow! You bleed poetry in your veins, my friend. So beautiful, Kat. xo ❤
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January 27th, 2018 at 5:29 pm
Thank you Joy ❤️
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