Just a hint.
A small inkling.
Like a whisper
not quite heard.
Or a soft scent
on the breeze.
I can’t hold
or touch it.
A shadow;
caught in the path
of the sun.
I felt it.
I tasted it.
I’m sure.
Elusive and
Wild
As Trust.
As fleeting
As Time.
Love.
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This poem illustrates the power of minimal words. Well done.
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Thank you Audrey! ❤ (sending warm Texas thoughts your way) 🙂
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Lovely Penny!
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Thank you Jess! ❤
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Shirt… Simple… Poignant… Powerful… Beautiful!! ☺❤
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Thank you Kind Sir! ❤
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You’re very welcome☺
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Lovely little poem. So eloquent.
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Thank you!
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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💋 💋 Thank you!
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Always my pleasure, Ms. Penny.
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