and when i see,
breathe her, her softness a whisper away,
she knows the ache, i fear,
of wanting,
needing perhaps,
the feeling of feeling dear,
not much,
soothing warmth,
enveloped,
our warmth, a light autumn shawl,
her fingers, mine,
tracing sketches, scribbles,
our waltzing fingers entwined,
shedding this year that wasn’t, or hardly was at all,
like so, so many yesteryears,
now long passed,
quietly, threading catacombs crumbling into dust,
gently, reverently,
laying it down, leaving it all far, far behind,
a few shared moments,
of gentleness, warmth, solace,
of pure, innocent, delicious, alluring promise of bliss,
so rare,
priceless, almost,
almost,
too rare to find
Perfect…
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Happy 2017. Ciao.
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and a very happy new year to you too … ✌😼👍
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Thank you very much once again dear friend ✌😼👍
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You are welcome!
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😼👍✌
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Thank you my dear friend!
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You are welcome!
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Happy New Year!
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Thank you very much my friend! Wishing you a happy new year as well, filled with health and peace and joy ✌😼👍
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Beautiful write!
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Thank you very much. So kind of you to say. Warmest wishes ✌😼👍
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You’re welcome.
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Lovely energy here.
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Many thanks my dear friend ✌😼👍
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