The Warmth Of Our Words

They ignite deep desires.

By Darla M SeelyPublished about a month ago • 1 min read

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The warmth of our words

Verses ignite deep desires,

A hot glowing fire

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Darla M Seely

I am 58 years old. I love to write poems, crochet, take photos, and make scrapbooks. I write poems about Jesus, love, friendship, how to improve, forgiveness, my cat, holidays. I enjoy making afghans for friends, family, taking photos

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The Warmth Of Our Words

They ignite deep desires.

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