April 2020 | Jewniquely Myself

April 2020 | Jewniquely Myself

5 Here in the desert We are all parched, Here, where any trickle of water Might be a mirage. My heart knows only Love Rolls the stone away, Knows only inspiration Carries forth the well’s essence. But, see the child running Among the reeds alongside The Nile River, The young girl Who speaks against royalty,…
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  1. Wishing you a sweet weekend, dear Patty, and many thanks for featuring my poems, love and blessings! *willows in mist**sunrise through wispy clouds**hummingbirds*

    1. Hi Joan.

      You’re very welcome for the share.

      I’ve got a couple from you which I’m holding until tomorrow.

      PS. I need to have you please resubmit your Grapevine submission for this month.

      Just send like you did before. No problem.

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