Words locked within
Spun tales of wonder and fantasy
Rainy day reads wait
For light.
Held in hands these phrases
Correspondence of dreams
Immersed in escape
Imagination in form.
Page after page turning
Memories surface of days passed
And trinkets of wisdom gleaned
For but a moment there again
In your words I become you.
The feelings and emotions
Of drifting moments
Stranded in the mind of bliss
The treasured chest opens to reveal
A heart left spent and drained
It’s lifeblood penned
Into the masterpiece.
To the writers who give the greatest gifts, themselves. With each story that takes our breath away, each poem that sets the soul to life, and to the muses who never stop giving of themselves…inspiration abound.
Thanks Kat, been writing quite more than normal of late….almost effortless which is the best I think….happy Tuesday and here’s to the treasure of life☺️
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To the writers, indeed. They make life much more interesting. Great one, Kim. ❤
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Well hmmmm….that can’t be good…now Fridaynwould be exceptional everyday😮
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It’s always Thursday here. G:)
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Changed it up, and thank you as always G😊 have an awesome Monday in your corner of the world🌏
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Thank you my friend, so glad you enjoyed my little treasure😊
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What a lovely poem! It is very touching just as it is.
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Perhaps ’emotion’ could be ’emotions’
I have no more than that
You need no more
G:)
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