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Thirst

Thirst

How quickly the days fly,Ā 
the sun less bright
as days hold on to linger;
orb fades away whileĀ 
the stars sink deeply into night.
Morning smiles its last embraceĀ 
and sips a droplet of dew
on a blade of grass almost forgotten.

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Richard Waters

Life is what you make it....and how you perceive it. Life is for the hungry. Those hungry for passions and promises, relating to experience and discovery.You must see the sun through the cloud and feel heat when it is cold. Thirst must be quenched with alcoholic beverage at a party !!
Living is existence, existence is living...each day as though it were your last. Take stock of your blessings and the blessings, thinking of others. They can help you through the rough, as well as assist you enjoy the good. :)
Life is a "knicker bocker glory" assortment waiting to be relished !! You cannot let NUTS get in the way of a pleasurable feast !!Ā  :) :) :)
Take each day as it comes, thinking of what is to come...which satisfies.
You are your own boss in life and in thought. Thinking straight means a whole lot of fun and frolic to counteract negative elements.
Warmest wishes.
x
Take care.

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Dean Kuch

Wonderfully creative poem, Linda.
Very elegantly expressed and eloquently worded.
You have created some stunning imagery here via your word choices.
Nice job!
~Dean ~♄?♄~

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Linda Balboni

Thank you so much for your kind words, Dean!Ā 

I look forward to reading you soon!?

LindiĀ 

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Dean Kuch

My pleasure.
You're very welcome... :)

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Linda Balboni

Hi, Barry!

Thank you so much for your kind words.Ā 

Much appreciated!?

LindiĀ 

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