i kiss the road with my bare feet
the ground’s womb heat my sole to keep
i am the lover, it the bed sheet
i imprint upon reality’s sleep
i make love in gentle dust
with intuition, shuffle and brush
a happenstance witness, stray wind’s gust
it scarpers in a flustered rush
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
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Nice lined
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Much appreciated!
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You are really talented……..my blog is very new……I would be very happy if you could make a visit and advise me……thanks a lot
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Thank you so much!
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Love love love this 😊😊😊
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Thank you so much! This makes us very very happy! 🙂
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This is really awesome. On the fourth read-through.
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Oh wow! Thanks, Gregory! That’s really cool of you! 🙂
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One of the best yet!!!
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That means a lot, Rae. Thank you!
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so beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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I do like this very much–more than just a “like”!
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Which is the best kind of ‘like’! Thanks so much, Greg!
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only you could bring “footsie” to life like this:)
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We’ve missed your sense of humour around here, V. Hee hee. 😛
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thanks for the vocabulary addition. I never heard of “scarpers” before; very Brit;)
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I love finding new words like this. Makes language so much fun!
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monkey wonder if “sole” = play on word.
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Maybe… 😛
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What a brilliant opening line. Love it. Great poem. 🙂
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Thank you so much! 🙂
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