the intensity of sinking
the intensity of sinking
my toes into the most
forgiving sand – a bite
into your flourless
chocolate cake
.
Yi Ching Lin
Posted over on her site Yi's Bits
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2 comments:
hey, you should have told me that you are still visiting my blog and posting some of my little efforts.
Mrs. Babcock's hydrangeas are mine too, not anonymous.
I am no end flattered. Thanks Glenn
Me again, just to say that any poems that are not attributed on my blog, are written (or shall I say -
crayoned with a thick crayon) by me.
I am still bloody flattered. Can't get over the honour, you're doing me, actually! Yippee!
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