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There’s nothing I might write
My mind’s elswhere tonight,
Walking a white sand beach
Savoring a memory I reach
Breathing the sweet salt air
Enjoying time I was there
That wonderful time is gone
But in my heart will linger on
The moment now has passed away
Tomorrow I’ll face a brand new day.
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Céad Míle Fáilte 
I know the moments that linger and take you by the hand in a different zone of your soul.
Very evocative and beautiful piece Paul.
Mayy your path stay lit and free of shadows.
I love it when you DON’T write a poem!!! 🙂
Flattery will get you just everywhere with me ! 🙂
That’s a nice verse and somehow took my mind to that other verse from yester-years by William Wordsworth.
Where did a find a resonance? Of a wonderful time that has gone but lingers on…..
For oft, when on my couch I lie
In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
Cheers
Shakti
I am very honored that you might think of my poor efforts in the same breath as Wordsworth, Shakti, Thank you for such high praise.
So wahre Worte ein guter Text und Gedicht wünsche einen wunderschönen Tag liebe Grüße Gislinde
Vielen Dank für euren freundlichen Kommentar. Möglicherweise haben Sie einen wunderbaren Tag.
Paul