End of April. THe poems gather in loose assembly in the Hall of Words. The poems of the city, The poems that, for a moment, bring her closer. Goodbyes are said and promises to keep in touch.
The family of poetry shares it words and grows inside the mind and heart.
It's actually sad that it should be confined to April alone. I really enjoyed this year very much and I came to like my routine to do at least one poem with my morning coffee.
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Date: 2013-05-01 08:59 am (UTC)See you next year.... IF NOT BEFORE!!!!
HUGS... and poetic thingies...mmmm.
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Date: 2013-05-01 09:29 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2013-05-01 06:03 pm (UTC)