Words have some degree of inadequacy
When gazing upon your loveliness
I speak without saying a word
Hoping for understanding

Or maybe a few, if perchance
A whisper from the heart, my love

How could I deny you
The last chance of the season
To make it all right
Once again

Caught in this feeling, igniting
Change, the season
Far and away
A pendulum swings
Back to you
Again

May there always be a flower to color your world. #alwaysaflower

All I have are my words, armed in my mind, written in pen, stand by stand. Oh, yes. Still by hand. It has a different feel. Altered not by keys, backspace, and delete, I write, erase, tear it to pieces and start all over again. And again.It’s my way.

I walk out to the deep end of the page and dive right in.

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Shall I compare thee to a summer’s day?
Thou art more lovely and more temperate:
Rough winds do shake the darling buds of May,
And summer’s lease hath all too short a date:
Sometime too hot the eye of heaven shines,
And often is his gold complexion dimmed,
And every fair from fair sometime declines,
By chance, or nature’s changing course untrimmed:
But thy eternal summer shall not fade,
Nor lose possession of that fair thou ow’st,
Nor shall death brag thou wander’st in his shade,
When in eternal lines to time thou grow’st,
So long as men can breathe, or eyes can see,
So long lives this, and this gives life to thee.

Shakespeare

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