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The emptiness is full of lost joys ...
The heft and fall
of a wood axe
splitting down winter logs
The sight of girls
pretty and fair
exposing flesh in the sun
The smell of flowers
scented breeze
and fresh mown grass
The pint of real ale
quenching thirst
after a long days graft
The company of friends
killing loneliness
laughing and telling stories
The piquant moments
of happy and sad
when tears flow easily
The arms of lovers
on a cold night
and raising a heartache
The taste of fruit
so ripe and lush
dribbling juice down chins
The feel of a smile
crossing lips
releasing hormonal pleasure ...
The emptiness is full of lost joys …
© Pagan Paul (03/06/18)
Jun 3, 2018
Jun 3, 2018 at 3:27 PM UTC
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The emptiness is full of lost joys ...
The heft and fall
of a wood axe
splitting down winter logs
The sight of girls
pretty and fair
exposing flesh in the sun
The smell of flowers
scented breeze
and fresh mown grass
The pint of real ale
quenching thirst
after a long days graft
The company of friends
killing loneliness
laughing and telling stories
The piquant moments
of happy and sad
when tears flow easily
The arms of lovers
on a cold night
and raising a heartache
The taste of fruit
so ripe and lush
dribbling juice down chins
The feel of a smile
crossing lips
releasing hormonal pleasure ...
The emptiness is full of lost joys …
© Pagan Paul (03/06/18)
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Follow up poem to My World posted in February.
https://hellopoetry.com/poem/2321764/my-world/
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