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“….a kiss
without a name”
…is a kiss, all the same
and only love to blame
all joy, and no shame
…’tis a sweet tome, these words ye write, Wordsmith. Soft ‘n’ smooth they lay upon me mind. ~~XO~~
HImself
🙂
To beautiful for words and appropriate for the moment…we finally got a place, really beautiful up in northern Georgia. Woodstock! So things will get normal and better. Your poem though, is the bomb!
It sounds like heaven, Wendell. I hope the heat isn’t unbearable. Seems you’re close to an area I used to travel to for work……a beautiful rural paradise. I’ve missed you.
❤ loving light flowing from your words Bobbie xXx
Thank you, my darling Jane. ❤