we hold Impermanence
as though she
were
a cluster
that could be held-
everlasting gems flowing over the brim of a diamond studded purse
sometimes
we don’t notice
how daisies drip
sherbet colored icecream dew,
expect butterflys to swim in winter,
and go looking for her
amongst fallen leaves and things
a bit of lipstick here and there…
forget who paints the sky…
Beautiful!
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Orville!..:)… thanks:)… how is the leg? the snow?
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The snow is not happening at the moment, my leg is improving very slowly!
many thanks for your concern.
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Slowly… and yet… improvement:)
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I love your writings so much!! Big hugs!
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You are so kind!… thank you!!!….:)
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That was amazing!
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Thanks so much !..:)
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wow – I want to play one of your poems on piano as instrumental…wow
I would very much appreciate if you support and like my social Facebook page, here is the link:
https://www.facebook.com/Mihran.Kalaydjian.public/
Thank you so much!!
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Thank you 🙂
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