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Dream
Last night I dreamt of
feathers and shape-shifting.
Today a wren perches on a naked branch
outside my window.
By afternoon
the tree is in full bloom.
I miss you.
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Victoria C. Slotto, Author 
Brief but rich in imagery. Beautiful!
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Gorgeous, lovely thoughts, Victoria!
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Oh, I like this, Victoria! It might be a short write, but there’s so much imagery in there…..definitely one to reread and ponder on
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A very pretty poem.
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So beautiful…loved the soft but lovely images you brought with just a few words!
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A beautiful, dreamy postcard
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Of course yours is brief but beautiful…something many would want to be able to write to a friend.
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This works so well in so many ways. It deserves rereading… and pondering.
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This is so beautiful, full of symbolism and birth.
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The tree shape-shifted into blooms just like the dream.
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A beautiful message Victoria đŸ’– xxx
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Lovely post.Ty for sharing. Simply beautiful.Blessings
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Oh, Victoria. This is breathtaking. Thank you.
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