“Everyone must take time to sit and watch the leaves turn.” Elizabeth Lawrence
Life, Death, Life Did you notice the first leaf fading, did you feel its dry, necrous, flesh, and did you see it fall so gently to the warm bosom of the earth who drew it tenderly into herself, knowing that their embrace would bring life in a mysterious unfolding. Copyright 2022 ©Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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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
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Loving my return to your site, Paul, and remembering all over again that it was you who pointed me in the direction of dVerse, where I have been playing and braying (sometimes like a Feral Goat) since January 2022, What a rich feast!
I feel drawn into the magic and melody of this community of poets … Thank you and many blessings your way x
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Ya, Paul’s good for that!
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🙂
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Thank you very much for that, I am so glad you enjoyed getting into dVerse, they are a wonderful crowd and I am honoured you continue to read my work.
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Mostly, sadly, no, we didn’t.
Did we only celebrate all worthy things in each moment, there’s be no time or energy left to be making one another feel bad.
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So true Ana
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A lovely poem.
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Many thanks for that Heather
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My pleasure.
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Your words are mystical. Bringing out the life in death.
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Thank you Astrid that means a lot.
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Your poem is my September, the most poignant month for me.
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That is a delightful connect, thank you Liz.
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You’re welcome, Paul.
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Heartfelt words.
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They really came from the depths, thank you for honouring that Rupali.
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deer pol, i hev a turbul long-destince crush on yew, but tell yer beooful wife natta worrie bekuse i can’t git there to do a good job of stockin yew, signed, a. nonymuss 🤣
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Dear nonymous, I’ll leave the porch light on 🙂
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OHELLYEAH!!! 👌👍😆
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🙂
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Autumn is a season during which I frequently feel more reflective, Paul. Your poem speaks to those feelings so well.
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I often wonder about that, I find it so too, thank journey friend.
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Such a beautiful poem
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Many thanks Michael 🙂
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Reblogged this on Wonders of Wandering.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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Many thanks
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Thank you for that.
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Thank you
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