Nothing give me more pleasure
When one of you 'likes' an old poem mine,
Buried under the uncountable new arrivals.
I go back and reread it myself.
Nothing gives me more pleasure,
Becoming reacquainted,
Through you, with myself, and
Liking it.
More amazing is that someone bothers,
Wondering, crazy-making me,
What have I missed.
So when I stumble on you,
Don't be surprised if I am
Free falling through each and every one
You ever penned.
That is why I love to, love the
random walking thru this site.
Refreshes me, through you,
Refreshes me, through me.
7:20am
Nov 3, 2013
Nov 3, 2013 at 7:20 AM UTC
Nothing give me more pleasure
When one of you 'likes' an old poem mine,
Buried under the uncountable new arrivals.
I go back and reread it myself.
Nothing gives me more pleasure,
Becoming reacquainted,
Through you, with myself, and
Liking it.
More amazing is that someone bothers,
Wondering, crazy-making me,
What have I missed.
So when I stumble on you,
Don't be surprised if I am
Free falling through each and every one
You ever penned.
That is why I love to, love the
random walking thru this site.
Refreshes me, through you,
Refreshes me, through me.
7:20am
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