It is blue. Curvy arches face you.
Through the yellow you see some more blue.
Though it’s flaky outside
there is no need to hide,
since the heart deep inside is now true.
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The above poem was inspired by Willow’s photo below and posted to Dan Antion’s Thursday Doors Writing Challenge.
Poetry, Short Prose and Walking 
This is lovely Frank 😊😍
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I am glad you liked it, Willow! Your photo was beautiful. I even liked the slight tilt and the blue below the yellow paint. Blessings!
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Thank you Frank it was a lucky find down an alleyway, I believe it was in Madeira. 💜
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A lovely door and perfect for Dan’s writing challenge. 👏
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Thank you, Pepper! I am glad you liked it. Blessings!
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No fear. It’s true blue. So should every heart be towards Christ as He is to us.
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Amen! We should all be true blue towards Christ. Blessings, Dora!
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Excellent.
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Thank you and blessings, Renata!
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You’re welcome, and to you as well.
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Delightful poem to compliment Willow’s photo!
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Thank you, Donna! Blessings!
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Yesterday I was reading in Jeremiah, about the Potter’s wheel…He will just keep reshaping us as needed. I’m so grateful.
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