Ornaments and flowers,
Beaches and wine.
I could give you my voice,
But first give me your glamour, so divine.
I could read out Ulysses to you,
Speaking words which with I made myself,
And lies with which we hurt ourselves.
I could be you like an Ernest Hemingway novel.
And write for you,
In a sun-packed hotel.
But I do not.
Hear me writer,
i am a fold you know.
You have seen many strangers,
But they weren't kind to you.
Fail me better,
Another day another time.
Laugh out louder,
You shall be a happy man,
In the limelight.
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Stories of ecstasy 
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bellissima poesia, saluti dall’Italia
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grazie per gli auguri. Mi piace molto la tua poesia e mi fa sempre sorridere.
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
ARE YOU TAKING ALL THIS DOWN? I LOVE THE ANALOGIES HERE!
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Beautiful artwork with a lovely poem!
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I really appreciate that Tom. 😊😊
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The picture is beautiful beyond words! You did well trying to capture it. I have been there literally, and in my dreams. Kissed by God/Nature is what it is! William, you spoke here a creation into being, but such doesn’t compare with His Creation. Timothy
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Yes, very true Timothy. Sometimes words aren’t needed to explain what you mean. Thank you!
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