
“The drops of rain make a hole in the stone, not by violence, but by oft falling.” Lucretius
Leaving Me Wondering Water loved you wet, bathing your roughened pain, revealing your inner smooth, toned, grain to my careful eyes of wander along your skin so warm holding the sun, nestled together against the tide of times, leaving me wondering how you knew to be here. Copyright 2021 ยฉPaul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ยฎ
Beautiful!
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Thank you very much ๐
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Youโre welcome!
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Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
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I love this! It can be interpreted on multiple levels.
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Thank you Liz, I concur, it is certainly that. Glad you liked it.
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You’re welcome, Paul. ๐
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