To learn. To hold. All knowledge hidden, old and new.
‘Tis like the sparkle of a star sewn to the canvas of a sky. Appears
Already dying when its light comes into view…
It journeyed onwards, conquered space and time for many thousand years.
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I was missing some good poetry, sort of calms me down. You sort of work as a therapist to me, and I don´t even have to pay you!
P.S. Cant hit the stupid LIKE button in these internet caffes so here it goes………………………………………hit it!!………………..LIKED
Thank you, Charly. Very pleased I can help 🙂
I love this one Vic but was really thrown by your title until I looked at it properly. I thought it said “Episiotomy”. 😀
Thank you, Suzy. Episiotomy… sounds painful and it would certainly change the interpretation of the poem. 🙂
So you’ve never had one of them then???? lol
You get one of them when a baby’s head is too big. 😉 And so yes, it would definitely change the whole interpretation. 😀 😀
🙂 Thankfully not, although I have a few friends who have. Doesn’t make for pretty hearing, so can’t even begin to imagine how difficult it would be to actually experience it.
Love the photo. Makes me want to take my kids to our local science museum for one of their star gazing nights…
That sounds wonderful, Louise, and thank you.
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BEAUTIFUL….Simply beautiful !! Your heart seems to be an elegant and beautiful one as shown b your writings 🙂 Love xx
I am glad that you liked it. Thank you 🙂
Hmm, kind of like the Borg. 😉
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