“I’ve always believed in savouring the moments.” Anna Godbersen
How?
When a robe falls, how is time measured? In ampules of love or a quickening of the heart that flickers the flame of expectation whispered in the french way like silken chocolate on a summers day when it always leaves just a trace of memory that flavours fire, yes exactly like that. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
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¡Gracias por pasarte! :)
Easiest GF DF recipes that ANYONE can prepare. No BS.
Gonna fill this page with breathings of my heart 💞
Welcome to my personal blog site. I see myself as a free thinker, life explorer, and wisdom collector. Some of my favorite subjects are psychology, philosophy, relationships, society, reading, writing, technology, and lifestyle.
Climate Change
this love fairy fell in love with her ghost
A Love Affair With The Past
Writing, blogging, journaling
Tales from the Life of a Lost Soul
parallax 
You are very good at this. I think you are in love😉
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The latter comment – too true Cheryl.
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How wonderful!
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🙂
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That’s been my thought as well about Paul’s love poetry. On both counts!
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Thank you so much Liz, also deeply kind.
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You’re most welcome, Paul.
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oh yes! I can picture this. Love it
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Now that is high praise, thank you for sharing how it connected.
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I think Janet Jackson knows all about wardrobe failures.
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Lol, I did wonder if they were choreographed.
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Beautiful as always
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Thank you so much, very kind.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AND THE MAN SAID—YOWZA, YOWZA-! 😀
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Very kind Jonathan
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VERY WELL-WRITTEN!
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Much appreciated
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YOWZA!
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🙂
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CERTAINLY EXCITES THE POSSIBILITIES! ❤
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🙂 indeed
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INDEED YES!
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👍
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you are a master of the sensual love poems!
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I’m sure it’s the wine talking 🙂
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lol is that why your wife plies you with so much 😉
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Hah, ha, yes, now I think about it.
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😉
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exactly like that 🙂
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🙂 I detect another romantic 🙂
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This is a possibility Paul 🙂
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🙂 excellent
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like silken chocolate on a summers day… Beautiful, indeed!
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Thank you so much Amy, an acquired taste I’m sure.
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Beautiful words Paul!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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Stay cooled and safe and enjoy the day.
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Thank you – you too.
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Lovely!
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That is such a delightful response, thank you Rupali.
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I love the flow of the words in this poem – so sensual too
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Thank you for sharing that, so very much appreciated.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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You are very kind Chuck, always!
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Always happy to read and share your posts, Paul!
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🙂
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Pretty good… Nice💕
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Many thanks.
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