Famine
I imagine her
heady,
with the scent
of Bulgarian
roses
and bergamot ..
But I am
starving and
full bellies
seldom feel
slack ..
Still there are
no calories
in memories,
my darling ..
So none of us
shall ever get fat ..
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Author:
Neville (
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Worth reading multiple times dear Nev, I'm still trying to get my head around it it's so powerful. 🤗
I always appreciate your visits and the kind words you invariably leave behind Teddy .. thank you .. Neville
your words delicately captures the essence of longing and memory. just awesome..
and you are far too generous and kind and ..
A fine write N. KP's not fat, but she's a bloated trout. lol.
if word gets out, you will go hungry tonight, without doubt ..
A feast in the making. 😁👍
... and truly I thank you my friend .. Neville
Truly brilliant.
How very kind sir T .. Thank you, Neville
"Memories never get fat" How sweet to know that they never go to the waist, but never get wasted. Sorry, time passes quickly. Nice to read you again Dear.
it is always a pleasure to find that you have been here Dove .. I had been wondering how you are ..
So true Neville, no calories in memories.
Now where is my sausage egg and bacon breakfast!
Andy
at least you could remember its on the menu .. enjoy big boy 🙂
When famine walks the land. Brought to life so vividly, by your pen sir. A moving piece.
Thank you kindly Garth, a very much appreciated visit sir .. Neville
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