
trees are made for the
wildest of winds
it is when they
forget, that they snap

i want to be
like a rose losing
my petals…a life
fully lived, tiny
deaths crushing me
in sweetness

i am charmed
by gentle moments…
little things

remembering when
lying was not a daily thing
i can’t…that’s no lie
~kat




May 5th, 2018 at 9:49 am
Love it!
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May 5th, 2018 at 10:00 am
A scintillating selection!
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May 5th, 2018 at 10:26 am
Thank you Peter!
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May 5th, 2018 at 10:32 am
Reblogged this on Pastor Michael Moore's Blog and commented:
Wonderful poetic musings, Kat ❤️
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May 5th, 2018 at 10:47 am
Thank you Michael. Blessings to you. ❤️
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May 5th, 2018 at 2:46 pm
Another Magnificent series of Brilliance! 😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀😎🥀
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May 5th, 2018 at 3:47 pm
Thank you.
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