Regrets I’ve bundled, wrapped in hope
and set aflame to warm myself
at night as fire side burns so bright
with what and if and maybe so.
Instead I choose a path of is
and simply tis just how it goes
and from my tongue hyperbole
flows as the streams of passing time.
And cinders drift into the sky
as light illuminates my face
deep lined with things I now forget
and carefree watch them pass me by.
Nice, Michael. Glad to see you’re still writing these lovelies. ๐
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Thanks d . yeah I’m.quite into them.now…
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Gorgeous. The imagery was brilliantly crafted.
Serious, poetic you is most intriguing
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Excellent. Working on that book?
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Well…funny u should ask…
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Thanks muchly ๐
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Oh, do tell. You need help?
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All good thank you…just waiting for the paperback to show in stock but its on amazon for paperback order n ebook preorder…ill be putting a post up soon ๐
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I saw. And pre-ordered! Congratulations!!! And I’ll be reviewing, you know, so your grandkids know what we thought about you, too LOL
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Lol thanks D and for the helpful article too it defo hpes ! Still need to do my author page which ill in morning…thanks ๐
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Definitely, then plaster that baby all over the place!!
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