Poem -
Being Me
an imitation of the lovely BEING ME
in the mouth
Of Saunton sands
sea shells
Crowd my feet
the ghost
of the
Sound
Of your
voice
takes me
back
to
a
time
where
Tranquility
was a
familiar
friend
An eagle
soars
in the distance
While seagulls serve
As an obnoxious
Chorus
Polluting
The air
With their laughter
I know our time
Is now
Just an afterthought
However just
Know
often during
A cool English morn
I still
Hear your voice
And it Is
a reminder
Of when
It was
Okay
Just
Being Me.....
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?????. Marvellous, my dear friend! Love it! You are sooo clever. Yeah, I love what you've done here. Thank you... I feel so honoured. Pinned, of course ? x
I hope you like. I used your mind and how I think you think to write this.
I love it! You did a wonderful job ?. Thank you ?x