By choice or Circumstance At some point Sun rays will tire All rain ceases to fall Echoes fall damp in silence As my whispers forget to call And I've gone out of your sight As my desiring love...gets forgotten Poet of the Light © 2020
the reverberation of a hidden well…freed.
By choice or Circumstance At some point Sun rays will tire All rain ceases to fall Echoes fall damp in silence As my whispers forget to call And I've gone out of your sight As my desiring love...gets forgotten Poet of the Light © 2020
"... The insignificant with the sacred unique" Sleeping at Last
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you are simply fantastic. I love that the sun’s rays tire and rain ceases to fall – that was unexpected!
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” As my whisper forget to call”
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” As my whispers forget to call”
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” As my whisper forgets to call”
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Very very beautiful indeed ❤
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Thank you
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You are most welcome
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Beautiful 🌼🌻
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Thank you, once again. 🙂
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Pleasure🌼
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