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“I wait with silent passion for one gesture, one glance from you.” Rumi
I can feel you watching and
if I turn around I know I’ll catch you
pretending not to but we never
say a word to spoil this endless
covert game we lovers play.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Signu calabrisi ma sulu i nascita, picchì sta terra haju abbandunatu. Quanti ricurdi dintra sta capu, i mia piccirilla, i mia quatrarella. Ma vugliu turnare Calabria mia, picchì 'ntu core si sempri ccu mia
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Signu calabrisi ma sulu i nascita, picchì sta terra haju abbandunatu. Quanti ricurdi dintra sta capu, i mia piccirilla, i mia quatrarella. Ma vugliu turnare Calabria mia, picchì 'ntu core si sempri ccu mia
Dragostea de oameni nu este un model sculptat în piatră sau smuls de vântul ce trece printre frunzele copacilor, vocea ei este șoapta ce ne alintă sufletul.
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Awesome
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Thank you so much Luisa 🙂
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Love Rumi’s “silent passion” … tinderbox, just waiting to be lit … your poem captures that so well.
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Well, in that case it worked and I’m sop glad to know that, thank you so much for sharing your reaction Dawn.
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You’re welcome 🙂
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Oooh!
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🙂 Indeed 🙂
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🙂
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Smooth, sultry, loved it 👏🏻
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Thank you very much John, glad it spoke to you 🙂
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I prefer watching my wife in everyday life when she feels unobserved. But maybe this was about something else…
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A mixture of motives really, that watching which takes in the other.
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Loved it. Thank you. Jay
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Thank you so much Jay 🙂
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Ahh! the game.
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Absolutely Rupali 🙂
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🙂
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Much appreciated Charles.
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My pleasure!!!
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I suspect you are a romantic at heart, Paul. Thanks for sharing your lovely lines.
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Absolutely Patricia, it’s in my DNA 🙂
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Beautiful 😄❤️
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🙂
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Sounds a bit naughty
… but nice 👀
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Ah yes, the nice side of naughty, I like that.
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