Breeze whisper-whistles through window
lids struggle with sand-grit eye corners
brain muddled like dislodged silt
no sun, energy slogs, slowly moves
gives in, gives up, covers over
it’s a turtle kind of day.
Breeze whisper-whistles through window
lids struggle with sand-grit eye corners
brain muddled like dislodged silt
no sun, energy slogs, slowly moves
gives in, gives up, covers over
it’s a turtle kind of day.
lillian the home poet 
That’s allright, Lillian, it’s the weekend coming up! 🙂
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Amen to that! 🙂 Happy weekend to you!
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I love what you do with words. Reading you is a treat. Keep up the great work.
I’ll be glad if you could visit my blog too 🙂
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