September 2016
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Originally posted on Rick Stassi Poetry: Lithe, aromatic, lightness of touch. new breeze upon stale air affronts. my soul waits for moments like these. roam within winsome sapling you fragrant gentle wind – bringing relief to aged countenance. take me back to days gone passed when spring meant the eve of longer days and winter… Read more
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Lithe, aromatic, lightness of touch. new breeze upon stale air affronts. my soul waits for moments like these. roam within winsome sapling you fragrant gentle wind – bringing relief to aged countenance. take me back to days gone passed when spring meant the eve of longer days and winter died in enthusiasm of laughter and… Read more
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how lovely these times that I spend with you casting out vanity into deeper blue and of these moments O my arable heart drawn in heartfelt smile inner peace a part sow into my deepest and most awaiting soul countenance anew and angst now a lull. and eyes turned away to meet your gaze working… Read more
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