When we awoke this morning,
I felt a strange and different flow in me,
and my thoughts were filled,
with peace and gentle notions.
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It can be like a drug...indeed...calming and soothing when you have it...needy and in angst...when you are missing it (somewhat like an addict) ...what do we call this stuff...is it love? Is it passion? ? Furthermore...how is it possible...for one little emotion...to...so thoroughly...mess us up? ? ? Hugs, Dee
Ok I'm going to have to get to your poems before Dee does or I'm going to start sounding like a record with a scratch on it........... :) ..........All the best, Diane