The way she faked
love on those gentle
autumn nights
in the country
was one of those little
miracles that made the
trees cry, and the
flowers weep.
Sleep brought dreams
of an actor on an
empty stage...
A big crowd that wanted
entertainment.
They followed the actor
everywhere.
He felt like he always
had to be on.
He didn't like that,
so he moved to
Idaho, where he fished
for trout, and real
love.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
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Comments7
People often have to move on in life to create self satisfaction within themselves.
Andy
Very true. Thanks.
A beautiful and tranquil piece of poetry I do hope he found that love. Gorgeous imagery and as always your emotions are truly outstanding. 🌹
Thank you so much, Teddy.
Good write T.
Thanks.
Very much enjoyed and can see where you are coming from even from here on this side of the pond .. Made me think amongst other things of Trout fishing in America by Richard Brautigan .. a fine bit o literature .. Neville
Very cool. Thank you, brother.
Great relationship with nature and it doesn’t have to be faked…
Very true. Thank you.
I really enjoy this short-versed style of yours..
Thank you. I appreciate it.
So he moved on, sometimes the greatest thing to do. Great write!
Thank you so much.
Your welcome:)
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