You are my homing pigeon, my wise old owl and dove.
My balsam for the pains of life, a well-remembered love.
Your presence is reality. It does not deviate.
You are a special part of life I can’t eradicate.
I breathe your name into the night and it draws you here.
Equal parts of holy and risque, you hover near.
And although your presence lasts mere minutes at a time,
it is time enough to prompt this laudatory rhyme!
Prompt words today are risque, name, balsam, deviate, reality and pigeon.
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Ah, the fleeting few minutes of presence!
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Thanks for sharing this. Thanks Anita
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This is lovely!
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❤️
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Reminded me of a Leonard Cohen’s song, rhyming “love” and “dove.”
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Love Leonard…
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Ditto
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