White, blue or
crimson clear
of desperate clouds
in stirring thoughts of nights
Coalescing
in the dark
that matters not
among the larks
of mighty Spring
which sunned and bloomed
with every drop of wind…
Art by Daniel F.Gerhartz.
She is primarily a teacher of English. Also her mind is lured by goodies like finance, economics, interest rates, the stock market, as she has a hankering for how the money is made. Nevertheless she is a dreamer on a cloud...As dreams cost nothing... On ordinary days she is a word-weaver for everything and everything that breathes. On the best of days she just follows the seasons by means of bike, skis, or roller-skates. She is grateful to all colors of the world and to people who read, smile and drop a line here, or on her email. Contributing author for 5 Medium.com publications, Spillwords.com and Anthology Volume I: Writings from the Sudden Denouement Literary Collective.
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Thank You and 3XWow for your comment. With consideration, Iulia.
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Pleasure.
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Beautiful 😊 I especially love your phrase, desperate clouds.
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Thank you for your kind words :). My imagination is a wild hound roaming the Word forest.
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Wonderfully written!
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Thank you very much!
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