{sapphire leaves}
She is going to cook supper with Fate this evening, at her cottage along the mountain stream, to watch the newborn fawns graze in the meadow at dusk, and the dew settle upon the starry, sapphire leaves.
–e.l. jayne
The finest part about poetry is the accentuated emphasis of the individual word; the epitome of less is more.
Your poetry soothes my hectic soul.
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Thank you for reading 💙
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Picturing the fawns we’ve seen at that site 🦌💕
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