Laughter rings in the ears of my near past. Pleasant company and comfort reside in my memory. In the land of the spirit where measurement is naught. And quality comes in lightness of being We travelled, unseen but felt. Smiles and translucence where there was solidity. Realizations and creation where there were only questions and problems. And we pass in the night.
Reason for writing:
The reason I wrote this poem - A visit from a dear friend
that was wonderful!
Birth sign: Not entered
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