.
branches
of the cedars
dip and sway
there is a whisper
in the forest
she calls to me —
i can’t make out her words —
but still
i listen
.
.
branches
of the cedars
dip and sway
there is a whisper
in the forest
she calls to me —
i can’t make out her words —
but still
i listen
.
I have been a follower for some time now but can’t recall if I have made the time before to tell you how talented you are. It is a pleasure to read your work. Belinda
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Thanks for your kind words, Cheryl. I hope that prospects are improving for you and Ron.
Cheers,
Dennis
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Thank you so much, Skye. I love your site and especially your poem “Against All Odds”. The rhyming is flawless and The photograph very exciting. I have a passion for backgrounds, I think blossoms too often get all the attention. ~ Dennis
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Thank you, Dennis. I appreciate that very much. That small cactus flower is growing in my cement steps. It is the tiniest thing–maybe the size of a quarter. I had to get down on my belly just to photograph it. I was amazed how the background came out. I am really glad you appreciated it. Means a lot to me. Thank you.
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