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“No mere human can stand in a fire and not be consumed.” A.S. Byatt
Only Then I can tell you that it has been a long road, the one not normally taken, though I wasn't really looking, not paying attention, and they took away my gps. My childhood was secondhand, and Robespierre ruled our parlour, there was always an edge to his voice so moody and unpredictable, like a tornado. Someone took my pockets, their hands must have been colder than my needs, ever after my hands never stopped moving. I wound in circles and wandered around the straits of days, an aimless meander, until I met a woman whose lips tasted of cinnamon and honey. Her eyes possessed me, only then did the road fade, and in earnest my journey began. Only then. Copyright 2023 ©️Paul Vincent Cannon All Rights Reserved ®️
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Sad yet beautiful.
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Yes, that’s it really, thank you Ruth 🙂
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A good woman is a nice thing to find.
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Much agreed Jim 🙂
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This poem reminded me very much of my father. He had a similar childhood, and he expressed that his life began when he met my mother.
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That shivered my spine – wow, another who felt it.
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Isn’t poetry grand!
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Ha, yes indeed Liz.
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Beautiful
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Thank you very much Michael 🙂
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Very beautiful
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Thank you Lyn 🙂
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