just ask (shall we be friends)
or strangers over coffee
are you good (with love and)
yes i’m sure then
call whenever (i wish i could but)
my baby’s windows are
always open at night
(no filter) the bliss of cozy winter
both of us living right
touched by hands and mouths
(cross my heart) the morning after
pictures of lovers in tall grass
speaking of trees and
soon it will be April
(winter on the wave) rumors of
moonlit bossa novas and
beatific listening
plump with the excitement
of skin on skin
your hands fit
as a bicycle helmet
my dear don’t you know
all the prettiest things
are just small worlds
waiting for spring
Most beautiful words from your feathered pen in the wind! Each piece of your writing ,Unique! The best is yet to come again, and again…
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Thank you very much, Myth! You’re always so kind and encouraging. I hope you are well. 🙂
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You’re so welcome! My goodness your writing is so good! ☀️
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Thank you again. I’m glad you enjoyed this one 🙂
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Hey, you got your umbrella back! Nice! I always look forward to your next work of art. I’m a fan who wishes you much success with your writing! ☀️
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I appreciate your continued support, Myth! 🙂
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Beautiful
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Thank you!
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Captures that moment of possibility and promise.
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Thank you very much
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That’s lovely!
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Thank you very much!
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Je savais que le ciel nuageux de dimanche n’allait pas empêcher le soleil de briller dans ton poème. 🙂
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Merci, Paul. Je suis content que tu le penses. 🙂
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