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I got to thinking but, I let it go and instead, I let my mind wander
to Shangri-La, Asgard, Xanadu, and Kunlun,
such places of beauty that penetrated my heart with a wound of joy,
I’m back now, but I fly out again tonight,
and somedays I imagine I might just stay out there.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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just another number
It's not the end of the story ;
stay curious,stay fascinated
Love, life & education
The daily life of an addict in recovery
a gathering of words between smiles
practising for a whole life
VI VERI VENIVERSUM VIVUS VICI
words of twilight
"Once a pond a time..."
Inspiration, History, Imagination
Bethany Swick writes hot romance and erotica.
Finding the extra in the ordinary
Where Words Come To Life
A one-way ticket sounds wonderful!
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Yes, I’m beginning to understand just how wonderful, thank you Sandy.
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Sure!
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indeed
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enjoy but I beg you to return or our hearts will burn …
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Yeah, but it’s so good there 🙂
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I wonder if we could stay in our dreams if they would stay bright or would they fade? Your lines made me ponder. Thanks for sharing.
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Thank you Patricia for your thoughtful reflection
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Wishful thinking!❤
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I wish I knew your secret for wandering to all those places, but my mind, it seems, is rather like a dog with a bone … incapable of letting go. Sigh.
Love the poem, love the image it evokes.
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It’s never easy, one day I just changed and now I let go as often as I can
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Good!!!
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Oh beauty, Paul.
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I love woods but can’t stay there forever 😦
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Yes, would be nice, but the bills must be paid.
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🙂
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Yep, around God’s creations! Where I light to be! ❤
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Yeah 🙂
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Our minds always takes some flight of imagination but we all end up landing on the rough turf of the harsh reality
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