There in that moment, clocks stand still
and heartbeat thuds loud and wild
while tender words from sweetest lips
do spill and sweep my will away.
This evermore, this home and hearth
we take for granted, without thanks
many not counted nor recalled
such treasures held with scant regard
Through fingers finest sands escape
and time enslaves and laughing toys
with kisses fading into night
and into misty lands we stray
Grey
Would have done more but the cat keeps bothering me…

This is awesome, Michael. Did you create the image and the poem?
I like the image a lot, but damn, the poem is powerful, I love it.
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thanks Denny…just the poem 🙂
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Very nice Michael.
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I love it when you let your softer side out. Beautiful, Michael. ❤
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Thanks kindly P 🙂
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Thank you Linda
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All the warmth of home and the impermanence of time. Beauty in bittersweet realities – you really combine them so well, Michael~ 🙂
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Thanks Nina
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