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Where All Is Gift
Behind my eyes lie other worlds,
deep in my unconscious,
and, though never quite the same,
there are many familiars,
alongside such wonderment,
where shadow meets soul,
scape upon scape,
in conversations of colours,
sounds and places.
A sojourn without end
where all is gift.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Beautifully written poem, thank you for sharing Paul.👍👍
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Thank you for the wonderful compliment too. 🙂
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really delightful …
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Many thanks Kate 🙂
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in conversations of colours,
sounds and places.
A sojourn without end
where all is gift. WOW! Great expression. Thank you. Regards Jay
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Well thank you so much for the wonderful compliment too Jay 🙂
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So beautiful.
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Thank you so much.
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Wow a wonderfully crafted poem – beautifully Jungian
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Ah, you picked it 🙂
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