I walked a woodland dark and damp
Until I came upon a bank
Moss encrusted
Soft and green
Where I met the mellowest man I’ve ever seen
Not a care did crease his brow
Rich and loving was his soul
He said for me to sit a while
There we talked soul to soul
Till from this Earth we had to go
No mine, no yours, but ours
Our love, like gold
This is such a beautiful poem Crispina
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Thank you. The muse took me 🙂
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It was good
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🙂
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That was beautiful, Crispina.
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Thank you, Dale, and thanks for share on Twitter
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Too beautiful not to
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Thank you, Dale 🙂
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And you know it has a silent dedication
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Indeed
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Love that one; it has a great rhythm and mood.!!!
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Thanks, Judy, The muse pinned me down and dictated. What can I do when that happens but obey?
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Wow- I wonder where this poem came from? It’s fun and romantic and spiritual and …. and… terrific!
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Inspired. But I’ll keep the source of inspiration to myself
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❤
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Lovely. 👌
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🙂
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