Tuesday, August 16, 2016

Michele Morgan #220 an lá briste




















the day is broken
up with cups
of tea, little snacks
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2 comments:

  1. Béatrice MACHETAugust 16, 2016 at 7:33 PM

    I almost read snakes instead of snacks! and it makes sense too!

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  2. Lizz Murphy PoetAugust 17, 2016 at 8:42 AM

    Lovely. A tender tending of the writer/self.

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