a breath of love wraps me in its embrace... as i lie dreaming under scarlet and violet hues of subtle odors lingering in the satiny air.. i lie dreaming in the embrace of my reveries i dream as moonbeams fall on midnight dew brushing somnolent blooms glazing sleeping wings moonbeams glitter on a breath of love as it wraps me in its embrace like nuptials of a new day day and night twine at the witching hour.. a surreal bequeathing.. i feel a pain in my heart like an open wound i feel it bleeding before i drift off... and yet I live.. #vers libre
Beautiful! Very nice Yassy!
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Thank you.
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Such a very pretty picture and poem, Yassy.
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Always good to me , Robbie. Thank you for the generosity of your appreciation.
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Soft words to dream by, Lady Yasmin.
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You must dream music, Lord Zoolon !
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That’s his poison, and if, as they say, music is the food of love long may he dream, I mean, we just write the Instructions, don’t we…. 🙂
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No instructions only prescriptions lol. I just write and the reader has his/ her perceptions about it. I simply leave it to the reader.
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Lol!!
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Ahem 🤐
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prescriptions 👴🏻 ?
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Just jokin
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and I’m laughing! 🙂
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Touché
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Sometimes I do dream melody, Lady Yasmin
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Lord Zoolon : the dream rescuer.
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I am hoping to release the Dream Rescuer album on Monday, Lady Yasmin. All I’ve done this week, is work, work and more work.
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I can feel the stress and the anticipation! Well, all the hard work is going to pay off! You are doing what you do best. I can almost see you , Lord Zoolon.
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tired blooms still hold a fragrance
to lift a sole to clear a mind
words too, refresh ones mind
like yours, they lifted my faltering sole
put me back on path toward my goal
life a longed for springtime stroll
(never let your inkwell run dry)
Mick
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I was feeling out of sorts so I wrote and wrote , the weather is killing me. Hope all is well with you. My inkwell disappeared, looking for it now. Help me find it lol
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Is it my mind or do I spot an innuendo in there, ☺
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No innuendo, only my head aches badly. lol
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🙂
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😭
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Forgot, 👦🏻 Yeah, were both fine now, Aileen trying hard to stop smoking, and sticking to a diet, oh and stopped drinking coffee. She going for an x-ray on here knee soon, from when she had her fall, otherwise the music playing, but the cupboards bare, 👼🏻
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Good to know you both are fine, sorry , I simply don’t understand why people smoke. Sorry 😐 grrrrr. Well, be behind her. Hide her cigs , put up a huge no Smoking sign, the works I can’t let my friends smoke. I simply put my foot down. If you want to be friends, that is, friends have to stop you , holy smoke. I am rambling.
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oh rambling rose
where you wander with your prose.
oh rambling rose,
we follow every path you choose.
rambling rose,
petals velvet soft, bloody pink.
oh soft primrose,
one of springs first hello’s.
oh soft primrose,
soft mauves, white’s to yellows.
oh soft primrose,
found on shady hedgerow banks.
oh soft primrose,
let there be forever grateful thanks.
to you my friend,
for all the lives you have enhanced,
as well as mine
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . . .Mick
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This is so wonderfully sweet. Such beauty in each word.
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“dolce far niente” except writing blissful poetry yassy. Beautiful words.
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Yeah , you are right about that , Davy. Thank you. Poetry is bliss.
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🙂 Have a good weekend yassy.
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Yeah!
And Hamilton to WIN! May you, the world all have a great weekend!
Mick
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Likewise
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back at ya!:)
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Playing squash
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No, your game, mine was badminton ☺
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No, I play badminton!
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I did, happy days!
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“A surreal bequeathing” indeed”. So well expressed, Yassy.
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Thank you, Roland.
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Superlike!
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Thank you thank you 😊, happy weekend , Kunal.
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I look forward to a collection of your work one day, just so I can see how the color changes from poem to poem.
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Wonderfully beautiful.
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Thank you so much , Nic!
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Before I drift off, and yet I live. I love that last line Yassy. Fragrance, sweet like your words, will never die. This was so wonderful to read. 🌷🌸🌺🌹
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💐🌼🌻🌺🌺🌹
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No one plants a patch of replies like you Yass! 😊
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I will send you a garden , please water 💦 the plants , Jo man !
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Of course I will and I’ll make sure they get plenty of ☀️ too!
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So kind of you, Jokersw!😂😇
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😇😉👍
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“nuptials of a new day” jumped out at me. Nice.
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Yeah. Thanks. ks!
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I had to look up the phrase; it is well worth knowing. A wine and an image in the visual arts. Your words extent both into words, and perhaps they remember all our deeper dreams.
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Thanks , John! Your comment is almost like a poem.
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Oh wow Yassy this is breathtaking. Love the flowers 🙂
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Thank you my dear dearest Little Margery
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No, sweet one, thank you. I’ve missed my Yassy 🙂
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Don’t go away. Please.
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I won’t be going away again for a few months. Probably in November or December 🙂
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Good. ! 🤗
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Such an enchanting piece of work!
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Many Thankx.
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