Misty mornings
She walks alone
Spindly branches sway
Lazily in the breeze
Like fingers
They brush against her
Leaving early tears
To sparkle
Rolling down
The slope of her neck
Bare feet crunch
Now broken twigs
To quell the silence
And start the morning birds cry
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Photo Challenge from Mindlovemisery’s Menagery, I really liked this image!
Writing(s) by Anna 
A very lovely read.
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Thank you! 🙂
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Dear Anna, That is a lovely poem.I like it when some explanation is given . Very evocative. Well done Much love Granny.
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Thank you! 🙂 I’m glad you like it! Love Anna
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This was beautiful, aesthetically astounding,
As her steps crunch the twigs, the ironic grace of her being is so beautifully visible.
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Wow! Thank you, you have seriously made my day!
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