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the phone
Sometimes,
when it is late,
to others it’s early.
I pick up the phone....
pressing the numbers,
waiting on that tone.
I know you are busy,
maybe, not even alone.
but,
after four rings.....
the gentle within your voice.
a gift
those seven numbers,
I touched by choice.
when it is late,
to others it’s early.
I pick up the phone....
pressing the numbers,
waiting on that tone.
I know you are busy,
maybe, not even alone.
but,
after four rings.....
the gentle within your voice.
a gift
those seven numbers,
I touched by choice.
Published 1st May 2021
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1st May 2021 2:56am
6th Oct 2021 12:04pm
dear Mystic Stones
"pressing"
weighs well here in your abstract impressionist canvas
and speaks clearly to "touch"
a warm smile
silent lotus
"pressing"
weighs well here in your abstract impressionist canvas
and speaks clearly to "touch"
a warm smile
silent lotus
6th Oct 2021 12:39pm
thank you for going back to the days of yore
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I appreciate your efforts.
thank you.
to find, read and comment.
I appreciate your efforts.
thank you.
