(c) Clr’17
Saturday’s tears, hidden by Sunday morning snow, until tomorrow.
Listening to yesterday’s songs in Mom’s rocking chair, then she appears.
First snow, I’m a child again, laying on my back making snow angels.
If only the world was led by their hearts instead of their egos.
Tournesol dans un Jardin 
These are lovely!! Especially like the second one.. so much in those seventeen syllables. Thanks for sharing with Micropoetry Month!!!
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Thanks for your kind words, Rajani. I had written the first one this afternoon before seeing your prompt and the others just followed.
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this is are deeply inspirational words we need daily in our journey…well said!!
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Thanks so much!
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I love how you turned this challenge into storytelling! I am especially with you on that last sentence! 😀
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What a perfect world that would be!
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Amen.
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🙂
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Each one touches & the second one steals my heart. How lovely!
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Thanks so much. This Saturday is the 3rd anniversary of her passing.
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