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scattered shards
she is able with her gaze
to splinter glass
splendor of sunshine
trapped in her secular whirl
her skin glows
the gathering
harvest of mangoes
after a strong breeze
beat of the season
rattle of unopened gifts
tis plain to see
--gillena cox
Revisit
sultry
ixora
Sunday Lime1
Im fighting the flu, just ate a bowl of sliced cucumbers
Sunday Smiles
How is your Sunday going? Today is #14 in the series 'Sunday Lime' To share with me you can EMAIL me; you can COMMENT; and can also enter a LINK from your blog, at the Linky below
Poetry Pantry 224
The Sunday Whirl Wordle 189