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“Even the sun directs our gaze away from itself and to the life illumined by it.” Eberhard Arnold
The sun is just the sun
so far as the eyes are concerned
until the sun meets
horizon or cloud,
and every hue erupts,
bathing hearts with flutter,
even more so when the
sun meets your hair
offering highlights and
directing my gaze
to you.
©Paul Vincent Cannon
Paul, pvcann.com
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Love this Paul – the quotation, and how the poem illustrates it – your description of the sunrise/set and the light illuminating love.
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Lovely!
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Thank you Heather,
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Most welcome.
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Sweet
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Thank you
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Simply beautiful.
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Many thanks Sandy.
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Most welcome, Paul.
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Beautiful
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Thank you so much
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My pleasure!
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Simple and very effective.
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Thank you Pat, much appreciated.
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Beautiful! I think this is my favorite: “and every hue erupts bathing hearts with flutter” It all has a lovely and soft feel to it ❤
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Thank you a thoughtful response Melinda, lovely to know how it spoke.
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There were bells on a hill
But I never heard them ringing
No, I never heard them at all
Till there was you
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Another wonderful love poem!
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Kind of you to say so, thank you Liz
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Beautiful imagery!
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Many thanks Ruth 🙂
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👏🏻👏🏻👏🏻
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you Charles
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This is quite lovely, Paul. You have fed my recent obsession with sunrises and sunsets. Thank you.
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A delightful obsession to have, thank you LuAnne
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Thank you VJ
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I love this one – I love the flow of it
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Thank you Lyn.
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Beautiful words and image!
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many thanks
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