Into the world of
willows weeping I
wander
wondering
when or where
I will smell the
salt air
exclaiming;
so long to bewildering
scenes of
why
declaring;
yes, we share in
the lover’s
cry
and under those willows
we can be
seen
gazing and sharing
and caring and
being
as my gaze meets
yours in a wilful
world
as our hands caress
in a life
unfurled
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I love writing - poetry mainly, but the odd thought or story may find its way to the page as prose. I'd love to contribute to poetry and writing groups near my home by the sea but the dreaded clock seems to beat me most times. I do happen to contribute to https://cosmofunnel.com, a poetry website with 'panache'. Check it out for a different take on things.
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Great post 😁
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Thanks – all the best…
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