The certainty of words,
Like playing the flute,
If there is a time to undress,
It is now, when he brings me a rose
Or a pink hyacinth, then
My thoughts close in on me,
Loosing sight of everything except the wind
Beneath it all, there is a joy
I feel it here, and there.
Thank you very much and happy weekend Tisha Pantz….💗💗💗
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When there again new posts?
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Twice a year?
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😦
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Just kidding. ….busy trying and living the dream I’ve been writing about. I’m still here.
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yiiippiii …. 🙂 💗 🙂 💗 🙂
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So naughty. Hehe.
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