It's been a long while since just who know when
But life, it will interfere....
To keep the creative flow from going
To the waters of floating leaves
And of rainbow's glow,
Sailing boats with crisp white canvas,
Snapping the wind,
Bobbing deep blue waters in
Bright Frisco Bay.
Away from the land of constant hurry
To breezing fillowing English coast
Or a tiny tourist filled town.
Life, it will interfere... with
What is most precious,
The space in which dreams are felt
With the greatest sensory fulfillment
And expression of such wonder
Is written for the Soul's endearment.
(2.26.8 For You)
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Interesting writing...thank you. Keep writing.