Beyond the fence of sticks and stone
That fence me round
There is a field of gold
Within this body of flesh and bone
That hold me strong
There is a soul of old
Beyond the fence of sticks and stone
That fence me round
There is a field of gold
Within this body of flesh and bone
That hold me strong
There is a soul of old
A beautiful poem Crispina
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Thank you, Sadje π
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Youβre welcome βΊοΈ
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Lovely, Crispina.
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Run off very fast! It works. Must be something to do with my brain π
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There are times where it takes a fleeting moment and others that cause us to agonise… It’s the name of the game, I say π
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There are times we forget to write anything until the last moment. I always post at 12 noon on Thursday
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There are times I have great intentions and then fall flat because I get sidetracked by something else or just don’t feel like doing anything at all.
I have zero schedule and go willy-nilly when inspiration or procrastination from work hits π
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Hello Crispina,
Here goes my take on the prompt!
https://blogternator.com/the-bullets/
Cheers,
Venky
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Excellent π
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Amazing π
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Thank you π
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