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summer heat
in the folds of rose
a drop of moisture
New Resonance 3
Tanka Prose
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4 comments:
sun jewels linger
on this flowers morning smile
rain drops
__Rain fall, within any morning sun; the truths of life's change.
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Lovely
Thanks Doug
This is exquisite!!!
🌳💐🏵🌿⚘🌾
still delighting me
all my tropical blooms -
heat wave
Much🖤love
Thank you, gillena
adelaide
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