My olive trees miss
Me, my house is far away.
Sarah is with me.
My household is where she is.
She is my little sunshine.
Sunshine
04 Wednesday Dec 2013
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Hortus Closus
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what A loving message. . . Nice tanka!
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So sweet.
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I agree with you.
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..maternal love is unique!
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VERY NICE love ESTHER……
SINCERELY ANDREA….BLESSED
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We have to travel
Far from our garden sometimes,
The moon is the same.
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…the moon is the same…
Lovely – I always thought like this 🙂
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That’s are some nice words
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Great poem. Love the message.
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Perfect.
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