Come into the Garden

By aprecious

Contemplation

Don't want to be over-stating,
How I am contemplating,
But there is no mistaking
There's something on my mind...

I bet you can think and guess it,
But I'm not ready to confess it,
To lose it would be distressing*,
There's something on my mind...

They say that love is blind
(Or just a bit short-sighted?)
Where every wrong is righted...


....Oh tennis ball, oh tennis ball**
You are surely mine?



*under the sink, mostly.
**did you guess?


"The light still shines and that force of nature inspires us still"

And I'm still writing the blog. More or less!

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