Interesting. I remember when we used to have to make letters ourselves with writing instruments and paper. Now I push buttons and they appear on a screen.
Handwriting was an art. It is lost now.
Much enjoyed.
Mary Angela Nangini's poems celebrate the richness of life and love. From the city to cottage-country and the roads in between, Nangini explores the changing seasons of her varied region. (This book will soon be reprinted in hard cover.)
Each person is but a grain of sand resting beside the sea. This thought sets the tone for Jill Eisnaugle’s latest poetry collection, Beside Still Waters.
I feel that your poem was a labor of love 4 U.
I have a book coming out next year entitled "ALPHABET SCULPTOR"
Enjoyed!
All the best ...
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Love the poem. Very creative. Perhaps you can do a quick edit to remove the tags?
Cynthia
Handwriting was an art. It is lost now.
Much enjoyed.
John