Perish the thought,
along with all the others.
My mind is a blank canvas
for me to paint anew;
for me to spray
all my hopes and blues.
Perish The Thought. A poem.
Unorthodox Orthodoxy for the Lonely Hearted
Perish the thought,
along with all the others.
My mind is a blank canvas
for me to paint anew;
for me to spray
all my hopes and blues.
And then dance and sing all along. Lovely words so well composed Steve. Great poem.
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Thanks so much! I thrive on positive feedback (but then, doesn’t everyone lol) 🙂
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Welcome Steve and yes who would not and it is so nice to have feedbacks from people.
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