Poem 1. Written by SnapDragon X.
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there is a delicate fluttering within me
stitched down deep,
that keeps us together after all these years.
the constant spinning:
may it never grow weary;
may it remind you of
everything that was and will be.
. . .
SnapDragon is, perhaps, just another brick in the wall.
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I love both the poem and the painting!!!
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Thanks so much! 🙂
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I agree!
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Thanks, Jim! 🕊
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, friend! 🙂
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Beautiful painting and wonderful write -up
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Thank you so much, friend! 🕊
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Nice blog
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Thanks so much, friend. 🙂
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As the flowing red hair, a lady with thoughts of remembering, the poetry posed for a picture to reflect and desire to never lose memory, cause to remember is to be of conscious of and to be conscious is to give it the proper attention that is not draining, and at last, the smile erupts.
Both are great. I can get carry away sometime when the art of others is felt on a deeper level. You have it! So thanks for sharing and being a brick in the wall or the bridge. Which one my dear!:)
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Wow! Thank you so much! 🕊
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Really a pleasure, you are welcome!
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