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taken from Looking Back on Burned Bridges ..

It is such a shame
that we
rarely remember
so many
of the little things ..
Which is
why I am making
this list,
for all of you now ..
Just take
these for example,
the smells,
textures and taste
of already
cold ash, from well
spent fires
or the hint of gold
slipped off
an old oriel’s back,
in wetted
and well warmed
summer
rains so very easily
mistaken
for a brace of small,
well worn
gold half-sovereigns ..
Each of them,
spun too high into an
unnumbered,
yet deceivingly pure
cerulean sky ..
Yes, it’s a shame such
things are forgot ..

 

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Marion

Such a rich luxury are all the small details That our too tiny brains can ever contain
...didn't mean that to rhyme ...oops
A very pretty write my friend x

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Neville

I’m not surprised, after all said and done, You are a Poet Marion .. I am however honoured both by your visit and to call you my Friend .. Thanks a billion 😎💛👍x

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Neville

That’ll do nicely bless you B .. N 😎💛👍

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Being Me

And, yet, when someone passes it is ALWAYS the little things that catch you out.  I am going to start writing a gratitude journal, I think, to note down and remember all those small tiny things. Important things. 

Fabulous poem xx

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Neville

You got it .. Bless you for smiling so positively upon these words Tina x

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