She left on an orange blossom morning.
with a suitcase full of forget me nots
and a map of the stars.
trotting down an uncharted path.
Singing a tune.
she misplaced long ago.
Taken the bridge out of Eden.
over a river of forgotten dreams.
Seeking solace and shade
under a willow tree.
melting into spring green and new beginnings.
Everything I Never Told You 
Beautiful poem. 🙂
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Thank you kindly. xx
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She’s going to end up exactly where she needs to be. 🙂 Lovely words, Tosha.
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xoxo
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Wonderful poem for my Monday morning ~
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Thank you.
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That’s funny, and weird, ‘cuz I want to write about orange blossoms and willow trees, too. I haven’t tried to write it; I’m waiting for it, I think. Anyways, yours is really nice.
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I look forward to reading yours when you do. Thank you xx
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