New Prints in Old Dust
She was working her way through
each moment
that squeezed so slow and made
up her new day ..
She was smiling and dancing and
otherwise
bravely and happily playing away ..
No doubt it was
a dangerous game, but one she
felt more than
compelled and willing to play ..
Just watching
and waiting for a new set of prints
left in old dust to
pave and then to show her the way ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Leaving brave footprints to make way for the new is perhaps dangerous as future is ever an unknown adventure. Slow and sure and keeping a watch on how hard to press seems the best way. - - an engaging read on which to ponder mon ami...........x
Thank you so very bloomin much for the much appreciated thumbs up my dear insightful friend ................... x
We each see footprints in our lives that have brought us to where we are and to where we are going Neville.
Andy
Thank you most kindly for pointing me in the write direction, my little Golden Wonder .. Neville
Good write N. Should I meet her?!
If she is up for it and you don't mind having ya nuts pounded into an opaque amorphous paste, firstly by her .. and then, if you are really unlucky, by her husband using a different technique entirely .. Please feel free .. I shall forward her extension number .. just to be on the safe side ........... Neville
Oohh, I'm accustomed to that nuts treatment. All I know is hazelnuts, peanuts, etc. I best not meet this one! lol. Not now, says Fido. He knows.
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