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Free to wander, free to roam
Captivates my earthly senses
Awakens yet, my own defenses
Of never knowing what I’ll find
Around the corner of my mind
The misty haze, of the mountain pass
Turns to reed and binding grass
Cobblestones pave the lush green aisle
And feel myself begin to smile
It is here, where I belong, to play
To forget the paths of yesterday
©2018 Dorinda Duclos All Rights Reserved
Photo via Pixabay CC0

Great descriptions
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Just catching up on reading Dorinda. I’ll probably have to leave those I’ve missed
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You worry about you, first. I hope you’re feeling better today!!
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🙂 A bit more each day
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So happy to hear! 💕
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🙂
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Beautiful poem.
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Thank you very much 🙂
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This is wonderful! Your phrases are absolutely perfect for the poem! ☺❤
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Thank you very much, Walt! 🙂 ❤
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My pleasure M’Lady ☺❤
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you very much ❤
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