Blue July 4, 2012 · by bethnyland · in Poetry. · Day 186 prompt: Blue (a haiku) periwinkle crepe swishes whiffs of White Linen as grandma dances Pass this along ...Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Click to print (Opens in new window)MoreClick to share on Pocket (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window)Like this:Like Loading...
Thank you so much! I never saw my own grandmother dance. But this is lovely fantasy that I can see and hear and smell.
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Thank you so much! I never saw my own grandmother dance. But this is lovely fantasy that I can see and hear and smell.