..Stash hoarded in sepal & leaf, in leftover laughter and trippy tears, in faces in places we remember we forget we hoard stash hoard ~ places in our ears and tears of joy tripping thru our days here & there between earth an’ things we fear, or don’t: Treasure: hidden. We must find them.
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Lovely feelings, lovely flower; you are finding many treasures and sharing them. Best way to find is to look for things to share!
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Thankyou Stevesufian😃oh yes! The best way.
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I love this prose poem!!
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I like it too. Some just happen. Without consent.😅 glad you approve.
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