
“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 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®
Beautiful!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Thank you very much 🙂
LikeLiked by 2 people
You’re welcome!
LikeLiked by 3 people
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
Always a pleasure to read and share your posts with followers, My Friend!! Have a great day!
😊👍✨✨🎉
LikeLiked by 1 person
🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person
I love this! It can be interpreted on multiple levels.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Liz, I concur, it is certainly that. Glad you liked it.
LikeLiked by 1 person
You’re welcome, Paul. 🙂
LikeLiked by 1 person