Monday WRites 115

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MOSAIC BLUES
She wanders amongst lonely clouds,
Her shoes are prime stilleto blue,
A postcard away from gathering crowds,
Of this she is all for nought too new,

Even should a bird pause to listen,
Narry a song will be given to morning
Though sunlight to dew will glisten
Still to moon drops she be clinging.
MOSAIC BLUES © gillena cox 2017

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Happy to be back online after some connection blues❧✿❧ You've heard about the Monday Blues ❧✿❧ well this is Monday WRites (musing on the definition here of rite, as any customary observance or practice eg the rite of afternoon tea).
Welcome to Monday WRites #115, ❧✿❧ What's your mood like today ❧✿❧ I invite you to link in with one of your WRites ❧✿❧






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Blog hopping with


Blue Monday: Desert Family


Monday Mosaic #49


The Tuesday Platform


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Enjoy The Music



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Revisit
17 July 2015