The clock does not
turn back it’s hands
the best have often
tried and failed,
The winds tickling
the leaves to dance
too disappear onward
without a trace,
The sun and moon
the only tricksters at large
pretending what passes
can always return,
Me, was just a mist
touched by all the above
could neither fight the clock
nor the fleeting breeze,
And pretence was
a sacred mantle
only reserved for those two
celestial visual treats.
———–
Vidur
23Mar17
Wonderful write!! 😊
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Thank you so much, Dorinda! ☺️
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You’re very welcome! 🙂
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Much appreciated! 😊
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Loved it from the start, the best have often tried and failed.👍👍👍
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Thank you, Jeni ☺️👍
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My pleasure
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Phenomenal piece of writing
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Thank you ,Manuel! Appreciate your reading it.
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“The sun and moon the only tricksters at large pretending what passes can always return”… The more I read the more I’m captivated by your thought process!
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Thanks, and thrilled at you picking that out ☺️. Appreciate your reading it, Jenn.
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No thank you… I read a lot but sometimes… I find something that is like a hidden gem…moves the soul… That i know I will refer back to… Your work is amazing…
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Much appreciated 😊
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what a beautiful soul you must have Vidur to write like this…a simply wonderful read and feel XO!
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that is such sweet thing to say Maureen. the soul thanks you from this temporary heart ☺️
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how beautiful a reply! Soul to soul Vidur you are welcome! ❤
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😊
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