All these people are walking into my heart.
Sidling up casually,
Loitering inconspicuously,
No wonder no-one notices.
All these people are falling into my heart.
Not watching where they are going,
Momentarily distracted,
No-one notices.
Tall ones, small ones.
Old ones, young ones.
It's a great big party going on,
Still no-one notices.
All these people arriving in my heart.
All these people winding up in my heart.
All these people,
And no-one notices?

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◄ A Passing Thought



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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 10th Jun 2021 12:50

Thank you for commenting, Nigel
Some people do end up no longer welcome at the party, but I am certain you wouldn't be one of them. Stay as long as you'd like.

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Nigel Astell

Thu 10th Jun 2021 02:00

I never want to leave because I'm having such a good time at this house party.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Wed 9th Jun 2021 07:04

Thank you Stephen G and Stephen A for your comments

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Stephen Atkinson

Tue 8th Jun 2021 22:36

You must have a very big heart Aviva!
A Wonderful poetry buffet fit for any house-party

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Stephen Gospage

Tue 8th Jun 2021 16:54

Someone should notice, Aviva. This is a really good poem.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Tue 8th Jun 2021 16:38

Thank you for commenting Moon.girl.
There are no invites because it is a permanent turn up and take part party, started in Naomi ward and going on ever since at various locations all around the world - but yes, WOLers can be found there too. It is a strange gathering since everyone is dancing or eating or resting or chatting or even sleeping, but nobody realises they are there.

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem

<Deleted User> (31922)

Tue 8th Jun 2021 15:56

Wolers invited? I enjoyed it so much?

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