Lessons.
He taught me not to rest when
untasted were so many
fruits to hasten my questing.
Awareness lit, ripeness ready for
picking and he was there
to offer lessons in quenching.
Experience loses no flavour when
sweetened with lips drenched
in repetitive pleasure.
Love sought me and I heard not
its coming until welcome
was heat as my caution melted.
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Author:
Fay Slimm. (
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Sounds so darn good when both read out loud and again in my head ..
and a real treat for these tired old eyes .. x4 perfectly formed three lined stanzas ..
now permanently pinned to this particular page and ever ripe for re-visiting ................... Neville x
Wonderful words Fay, we must always keep moving forward and that wonder of life will be with us.
Andy
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