We grow our world
under evening light,
all soul charm and dance –
he a gentle father,
nice guy, quiet…
I believed.
But when search neared,
touchy – see a former ruse,
one smile warmed and…
sod off!
(Friday, I visit Magnetic Poetry online – words not my own, but I take responsibility for the construction. Image from personal collection.)
Good one!
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I love what you do with this, and am always equally fascinated by your artistic images. Moody. Great job. (I should try the magnetic poetry again…)
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It’s fun, but challenging. Can’t do it with a tired mind, lol.
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I gave it a shot last night, linked to you 🙂
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Awesome.
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🙂 🙂
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Oh, we so want to believe….
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Yes, the heart is folly at times.
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