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I once sat in a darkened room,
no sliver of light under the door,
a thorough black.
Though, I wasn’t alone.
I sighed, just a contented sigh.
The sigh of a good day’s end,
astringent wine and camembert,
and you.
The day has now flown,
night has encamped.
We forgot the light and
sat knowing without seeing.
I asked if you remembered.
You know, that time?
Your smile sparkled,
a galaxy of its own.
©Paul Cannon
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Beautiful!❤
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Many thanks
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Thank you Beautifully said.
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Appreciate your thoughts, thank you
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Very sweet .. times shared and remembered 🙂
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Lovely response thank you Kate
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Who needs words when shared memories speak.
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Yes indeed.
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Beautiful words to describe how a lovely smile can light up the dark corners of our heart. A galaxy on its own
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Thank you Megha, great reflection
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You wrote it beautifully
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Awesome!! Have to save it 💙💙💙
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That is very kind, appreciate it.
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So very beautiful!
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Many thanks
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Paul, this is such and elegant and exquisite poem of true love and memories! Thanks for sharing this!!!
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Wow, thank you.
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A soul searching, thought provoking post. Time waits for no one…
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Smiling right back, and thank you so much
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Beautifully said.
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Thank you so much.
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