the curl of her slinder fingers
as they wrap around
and back behind.
growing,
in the warmth you vastly provide.
straining lavender and honeyed,
fluent flora’s pedigree,
subtle urges for her not to hide,
bestowed.
yet, wearing forlorn, it would seem
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
makes me wonder!
perhaps she’d like
a second calling 🙂
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David, it’s nice seeing you here. Thank you for the visit.
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Amazing color! Seems a shame to hide such beauty, ma’am.
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Thanks so much, Debbie. Your encouraging presence means so much.
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Audrey, this is a touching poem. Really gets to me that one would hide such beauty.
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Thank you, Shari. There must a fantastic release when one feels capable of offering everything.
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Another beauty of a poem and a photo, Audrey. You have a knack for subtlety.
🥀💕
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May have something to do with me hiding behind my bashful personality. Gotta work with what was given to ya, I say. Thanks, Betty ♡
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I tend to do that too, Audrey. Probably why I recognized it in your own poetry. 💕
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Soul Sisters ♡
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This is so beautiful. 🙂
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I appreciate your visit and encouragement, my friend. Thank you
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Beautiful Audrey… She should never hide her magnificence… for she inspires those who look for her in the garden… in the fields of wildflowers… along the hillside in the gentle breeze…
Gorgeous words and picture…
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Thank you for this reminder, Michael. You go above and beyond to encourage my words. I appreciate you more than you’ll ever realize. ♡
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Love the words and the color.
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Glad you do. That color is a favorite of mine. John, thank so much for stopping by.
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🙂
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Stunning 💜
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Aww…thank you, Willow. I hope you’re well. 💜
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Not bad Sis, how are you?
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Doing okay, thanks
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Good 💜💜💜
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