
“The moon lives in the lining of your skin.” Pablo Neruda
She Is The moon speaks so quietly in the tangled covers of night, her wax and wane is mere ruse for a modesty unwarranted, for she is a voluptuous beauty on which to gaze with such longing as to faint for lack of sleep or wine and, the longer I wait, the more she wanders just out of reach. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
Mesmerizing, indeed. 👁👁🍂
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Thank you for sharing that Gail.
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Wow. This is incredible!
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Lucy, thank you for sharing your powerful reaction, much appreciated.
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Loved it, crafted so well!
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Thank you so much Heather.
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You’re welcome!
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❤
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Thank you Lisa.
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There is something about the moon that inspires such inchoate longing, “as to faint for / lack of sleep or wine.”
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Yes indeed, so agree Liz.
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, Paul!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
JUST LIKE,,,A WOMAN OUT OF REACH…WITH CLASS WAY BEYOND HER ADMIRERS!
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My goodness you have spoiled me, thank you.
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Once in a while…! 😀
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You always have to take the change to the right time. 😉 Wonderful painted poem. Like the image itself. Thank you for sharing, Paul! Enjoy your week! Michael
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Hope your week is going well Michael, many thanks.
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Such beauty in these words
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Thank you.
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