My World 2

. 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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