I look at this blank page
And wonder what words to write,
Could they be about Nature,
They may be about Music,
Or even my love for her.
But this time they are none of these
As the words that I have written
Will be the ones that are here,
Others will come again,
On the next page I write.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Just words.
- Category: Reflection
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Comments6
A fine write Gold. Will they be words about 1066? lol.
Thanks Orchi, no not until October 14th.
Andy
A most charming way of saying that you live in the moment. Living in the moment is what I find most gratifying. Very nicely said Gold
Every moment is so precious to us soren.
Andy
So very true… every word to their ‘specific’ word and every word to their ‘specific’ page 📄 ✍️ 🕊
Yes arqios, thank you.
Andy
I am sure the words you write will come. Good poem
They always do David, thank you.
Andy
Superb
Thank you Thomas.
Andy
Whatever words I find on your page Andy, I am always pleased to have stopped by. You have such an optimistic outlook on life. Happy Wednesday.
So very kind Cassie, thank you. I hope you have a Happy Wednesday as well, we will as we are off to the Jazz Club this evening.
Andy
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