
“Lovers don’t finally meet somewhere. They’re in each other all along.” Rumi
Startled I was suddenly possessed by what had been spoken and just as suddenly feeling that I was complete, whole, floating in a warm sea of shifting thoughts so rare, slipping through those layers gently truthful and hidden in her inner landscape, where I sleep a different sense startled by her beauty. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Love it, and the photo, very nice.
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So glad you liked it Cheryl, thank you.
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This one has a Leonard Cohen-esque quality to it. You do write a good love poem.
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I think my head is swelling now, very nice to be associated with Cohen, and thank you for the kudos on love poems. Really appreciate your thoughts Liz.
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My pleasure, Paul.
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I agree with Liz, you do pen some wonderful love poetry, Paul. This has such a fresh, yet gentle feel 🙂
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That is such a wonderful response, thank you Chris for those encouraging words.
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Great composition, Paul! Thank you for sharing, and enjoy your week. Michael
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Thank you Michael. You too. Travel well.
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Thank you Paul!
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🙂
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I know this! I have had these feelings
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Wow, the resonance, thank you for sharing your thoughts. I’m always moved by how one person’s experience touches another’s.
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Very beautiful
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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🙂
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😁👍✨
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Beautiful and so much moving.
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