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I wonder
I wonder
I saw you skipping through the meadow this morning
were you on your way to meet a secret lover
or taking a shortcut to the Village Market
Saturday 28th May 2022 4:39 pm
eyelids and earlids
eyelids and earlids
beauty from color
shapes
scenery
glimmer from a lake
all lost with eyelids closed
birds songs in the forest,
symphony of city car horns
beeping to a crescendo
cooing of a morning dove
breathing of a lover
all lost with ear lids shut
is one better
to loose than the other
one would have to ask Helen Kell...
Saturday 9th January 2021 8:07 pm
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