“At the moment of vision, the eyes see nothing.” William Golding
Blurred Hypnotic rotation, round and round, blurred, the wheels held me with distorted visions of epitome, the gypsy wagon swirled in my eye's mind bending, and the carvings came alive, dancing, deep diving, down, down, snap back, turn around, do it all again, losing myself, forever free, just me. ©Paul Vincent Cannon
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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
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Love the photo and your poem🌸😊
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Thank you so much.
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Pleasure 😊
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I wonder what is inside of that wagon.
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Or, who?
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I enjoyed your poem – love the emotions it conveyed – very nice!
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loving the ring to this poem Paul flowing free and easy!🥰💖
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Hypnotic and mysterious, Paul
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
LATE NIGHT WITH A GYPSY ?
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Many thanks Jonathan, much appreciated.
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😀
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The poem with the image of the waggon lets think on too much weed in the “game”. 😉 Michael
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Now there’s a thought 😉
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😉
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“Forever free, just me:” a perfect way to start the day!
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O yes indeed, thank you Liz
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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“forever free, just me”, love it.
“losing myself”,and let it go. 🙂
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Thank you Amy, yes indeed, that for me is the very core of the thought in the poem, I like that you connected with it too.
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The cycle of life and self-discovery. Losing myself, forever free, just me.
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Yes, blurring those lines of everything but self, thank you Astrid.
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This poem beautifully expresses that inner longing to live a carefree life on the open road. I know I would hate such a life, but still, the appeal is there. Beautiful photo. ❤ Have a great week Paul!
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I love these poems expressing the inner longing to be free to be alone and be yourself
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