Flame August 6, 2017August 6, 2017Vonita I dreamt of past loves As though they were still alive: A flame still flickers Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on Pocket (Opens in new window) Pocket Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related
What was is part of our lives and made us who we are…. we cannot forget anyway. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Poems and Petals 
Smouldering embers.
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What was is part of our lives and made us who we are…. we cannot forget anyway.
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Very true, Erika! Hope you are having a lovely weekend 😘
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Thank you, it is a good one so far. Hope you had a nice one too! 💖
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good job vonita, great poem. ❤ xx
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Thank you, Carole Anne!
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