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Meandering
.
And he'll make out he's
been waiting lifetimes
Rose for his Rose
For this is no chance
encounter
My path may make meandering
wandering a distant undertaking
Thoughtful musings just
that little bit more than
a fleeting romance
For if I had ten lifetimes to
live, I'd want you crossing
my path In each.
And he'll make out he's
been waiting lifetimes
Rose for his Rose
For this is no chance
encounter
My path may make meandering
wandering a distant undertaking
Thoughtful musings just
that little bit more than
a fleeting romance
For if I had ten lifetimes to
live, I'd want you crossing
my path In each.
Published 14th Nov 2017
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14th Nov 2017 7:19pm
14th Nov 2017 7:29pm
A watched pot never boils
But I beg to differ
There's beauty in the moment
of watching as it simmers
But I beg to differ
There's beauty in the moment
of watching as it simmers
14th Nov 2017 8:32pm
Agreed, the mind wandering as the steam rises, and then all slowly comes to fruitation.
(Yes, fruitation, not fruition, just cause I think it sounds better, so, I rewrote MY dictionary). :-)))))
(Yes, fruitation, not fruition, just cause I think it sounds better, so, I rewrote MY dictionary). :-)))))
14th Nov 2017 8:46pm
Anonymous
14th Nov 2017 10:23pm
How beautiful.
That last stanza - just wow.
That last stanza - just wow.
15th Nov 2017 5:30am
