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Treasures
It began with a beginning
as these things often do,
when we made ourselves a something,
from a timeless recipe of note,
with ingredients at random like
a kiss inviting more,
a touch electrifying with longing,
a gaze that touched our soul,
a word that sang our heart,
and folding all with love,
these are the rituals of our sacred trysts,
traditions born of loving,
treasures to be held.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
Great poem; happy new year to you
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Thank you very much for that, and a happy 2019 for you, may it be a true blessing.
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Perfectly written❤️
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Very kind, thank you so much for that.
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ah the incurable romantic … may your new year be peaceful and fulfilling 🙂
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Ever hopeful, with a realist streak 🙂 many thanks Kate. Wishing you a 2019 where that which is yours comes to you, may it be a year of beauty, love and peace. 🙂
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and a suitable park for my tiny 🙂
thanks Paul and same to you and yours … Lyn that is, not your fantasy muse 😉
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Thank you Kate, 😉
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Best wishes for the New Year!
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Thank you, and Happy New Year to you, may the trails open before you
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🙂
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I love this. Happy New Year, Paul.
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Thank you so much Winnie – blessings for 2019
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You’re welcome, Paul. Wishing you the same for 2019.
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🙂
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So beautifully spun words
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Many thanks
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