Crimson’s Creative Challenge
You can send me flowers,
Lavender roses and pink chrysanths;
You can write lyrical poems,
Liken me to the stars and the moon;
You can text me, message me, even DM me.
But oh, my would-be lover
While you remain in your mountain fastness
And I remain by the sea
Fantasy is all that can be
crispina kemp 
Haha! How true. Wonderful poem
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Thank you, Sadje
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You’re welcome 😇
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🙂
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Ahhhhh… and so it goes. Long-distance love. How well I know of it. Lovely!
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Endless Mountains… sounds like something out of Tolkien
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Indeed…
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🙂
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Though … nothing wrong with fantasy … (and the flowers don’t sag or wilt … 😉 )
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It’s a good fantasy
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Well well, look who it is… I didn’t know you poet-ized. I really like this. I don’t know you of course but what I know… this seems playful and resonant, like I feel you are.
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Very playful, always. But you know that of me. I don’t do serious stuff. Or not very often. I thank you for the follow 🙂
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I’d have shown up earlier if I’d connected some dots. My apologies. Along we go on this ride!
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Happy to have you along 🙂
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A poem singularly appropriate for the Age of COVID.
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It was written with a situation in mind, tis true
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A lovely poem💖
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Thank you. 🙂
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