Golden laughter so high,
I’d rest a while -beaming in the dusty haze;
we’d see sun’s shadow and dance.
Before too long, my make up run- right into me.
My feet never felt the ground shake like this.
Ooo-wee, my hips have a mind of their own.
Evening skips along freezing time.
Nothing can compare – foggy cedar tryst
Suede Mocha, pecan pie
dark chocolate lover,
sweet butter,
Homemade banana pudding
Nanna’s Jamaican’ hands are singing.
And we not going home til- the morning comes. 😉
Wow. The voices of the Ancestors are whispering all through this. Well done!
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thank you kindly – K’Lee L 😉
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Hello Krissy,
Thanks for stopping my Book Promotions Blog. I love visiting yours and especially enjoy your poetry XO …
Blessings,
Author & Recovery Columnist, Catherine (Cat) Townsend-Lyon 🙂
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right back to you- loves 😉
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This is soothing……Mmmmmm…..
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thank you
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