how much can you hide
how far can you go
from dizzying city glow
to snow mountain slow
my love flows and flows
will find you in any heaven
how much can you hide
how far can you go
from dizzying city glow
to snow mountain slow
my love flows and flows
will find you in any heaven
What more of an assurance will a loved one need? Beautiful!
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Appreciate the thought, thank you so much 😊
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Nicely existential … and it made me sad, which is the job of poetry? I like this.
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Thank you so much, apologies to make you a tad bit sad…to cheer up please read the next post ‘rest and recuperation’ 😊
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Thanks … and “triste’ is a valid emotion for poetry. The French (and I’ve lived amongst them for years) find sadness reaffirming of our true humanity. How many Nazis cried? Not many. That kind of thing. You are a good guy, AB. If you were in New York I would want to be your friend, and hang out pitching pennies and spinning yarns (and poems).
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I agree with you wholeheartedly, sadness enriches life and reaffirms humanity. Thank you for your comment, next time I am in town I will surely message you, till then we can certainly hang around the net street and cat call and dog whistle every beautiful emotion. 😊
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It’s a deal!
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Indeed it is!
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And you have 🙂 hope all is sorted now 😊
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true
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many thanks 🙂
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Reblogged this on Ancien Hippie.
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Many thanks 🙂
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Echoes from the past
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indeed, past which may not last in our memories 🙂
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