Steam Comes From Our Cups
Your smile spills into the dawn.
By Darla M SeelyPublished 10 months ago • 1 min read
Steam comes from our cups.
Your smile spills into the dawn.
Daybreak tastes of you.
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Darla M Seely
I am 59 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, forgiveness, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family,
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