Connect

Connect

Touch leg

To leg

Knee 

To knee

Whisper in ear

Easily

Touch on cheek

Kiss on nose

The beginning of something

A story grows.   

D.R.H.

Copyright Donna R. Hedges

Hi. I'm Donna. I'm pretty new to this but passionate about poetry. I hope you enjoy my writing. I am creating a long-running story line personifying people struggling to understand one another.

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