Archive Sunday – Mind’s Gentle Touches

oft I wonder why

my green grass of home so dear

times run good and bad

is it always me

thinking yesteryear’s travail

purposed the future


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18 replies

  1. A very brilliant poem!

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  2. Lovely and wistful, Eugi.

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  3. Beautiful!

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  4. So wonderful view of nature and beautiful poem also 👌🌷🙏

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  5. Beautiful Poem❤️😊

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  6. Eugi,

    I think a painful past can forge one’s future one way or the other, hopefully the outcome is more toward the brighter side of life. Nicely written, beautiful job!

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  7. That was beautiful, Eugenia, and also the picture😸Extra Pawkiss🐾😽💞

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