it’s your eyes
really
that seem to know
something
I’ve forgotten
and now
find it nagging
at a corner
of my mind
it’s your eyes
really
that seem to know
something
I’ve forgotten
and now
find it nagging
at a corner
of my mind
We're all on a road to somewhere.
My poetry is my religion.
poetry by Robert Ford
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(Well, it was my birthday in July and I’m still waiting for those carnations!) 😉
Sorry, Leonard, I couldn’t resist. Seriously, though, this poem speaks volumes. It’s beautiful!
☕️❤️
Thank you. Sorry about the flowers. Give me ample warning next time.
Hahaha!
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Fantastic!
Thank you.
Lovely —
Thank you.
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