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my sweet dog
A sweet white dog runs
through the yard
in flashes of lightening
cast through the brown autumn
A memory speaks
of a long summer breeze
in the green grass,
and the white dog is still running.
through the yard
in flashes of lightening
cast through the brown autumn
A memory speaks
of a long summer breeze
in the green grass,
and the white dog is still running.
Published 20th Oct 2016
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20th Oct 2016 7:20am
Love the style of your work,the way you write about the things you've seen and observed. Glimpses of life....
21st Oct 2016 1:30am
Thank you, Kasai, I appreciate your comment...and your interest in thought. :)
21st Oct 2016 7:50am
This is absolutely stunning, Dear Heart! You have managed to make a video clip out of words. I see him running now♡ I have a cat that is running with your white dog ♡♡
21st Oct 2016 5:18pm
That's precious! ♡ thank you. Dolly runs at the cat, he crouches as she's jumping over him....he gets up, takes a few steps, and she'll do it again...back and forth like that ...🐶 🐱 They're adorable.
22nd Oct 2016 3:44am
The best friends we could ever have! Thank you for sharing your warmth - I think it is precious too <3
21st Oct 2016 6:57pm
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