Wishing away a wistful feeling
You are not an ethereal mirage
Amongst crystal blue water
You are a living, breathing you
Similarities proven undeniable
Exhaling into what could be
Lead me and I’ll follow true
Wishing away a wistful feeling
You are not an ethereal mirage
Amongst crystal blue water
You are a living, breathing you
Similarities proven undeniable
Exhaling into what could be
Lead me and I’ll follow true
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I really like this, it reminds me of what it takes to head out into an adventure…not quite sure what or who lies ahead, but just trusting it is the right thing to do. Words that I think always rests back in the minds of most everyone.
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It takes courage, Dalo. Trust in fate, I think. Faith that we land where we’re suppose to land. *sigh* Glad you enjoyed this poem. xx
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It has to be trust in faith & destiny, otherwise I think we’d all go crazy trying to figure out all the ‘whys’ and missing all the opportunities to create something nice. Just re-visited the poem, and enjoyed it even more.
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Yes. Settle in and allow the ride, Cowboy. Thank you, my dear Dalo.
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Very nice. Why wasn’t it living?
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Thank you, Duketh. Huh?
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Oh rats. I meant why was it living!
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Why not? Should be…
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Dadblameit! I was just…well, it would be neater if dead…
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You’re cursing, Duke! *laughs* Feeling a heartbeat can be a wonderful event, I hear. Especially one that beats quickly. Neater dead?? Really?! Tell me!
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But isn’t it odd too? I mean feeling a heart beat…it could just stop!
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It could…but it usually won’t. When it does it was meant to be, I think.
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That’s a good point. Can’t fight with that. See? You won.
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You just let me win because I’ve made you want to scatter away like a spider when the lights come on…
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Well…maybe!
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Duke! No maybe..
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*laughs*
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*high fives herself*
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Wonderful that you were inspired to write a poem about these two following each other — sounds to me like a poet in love with the wonders. 🙂
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I am in love with wonder and it gets me into trouble all the time. I’m a terrible and hopeless romantic, Gus. Pathetically so… 😉 Thank you for commenting on my poetry. You make me smile.
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I’m glad there are people like you out there, a hopeless romantic in love with wonder. The world is better off with people like you.
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Seems easier than the alternative, Gus. I find loving reality far too hard some days.
Aww, well, I’m thankful for your stories. Where have you been? I could use a story of yours to get lost in wonder over.
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I’ve still been around. 🙂 Did you miss my story “Fireworks Kisses”? It came out on the Fourth (of courth). Thank you for asking, and for saying you get lost in wonder — now I’m blushing. Reactions like that make an author awfully proud. A couple more stories will come out this week, so hopefully you’ll get lost in those, too.
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No, I read that one. Loved it. (Of courth.. *giggle*) Well I wouldn’t say it if it wasn’t true. A couple of blushing fools. I look forward to reading them, Gus.
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Beautiful, Audrey ❤
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Thank you, my sweet friend! xxx
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Beautifully portrayed, Aud 🙂
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*curtsy* Thank you, my dear. 🙂 I can’t take all the credit. Those ducks were jabbering a lot. They may have had this written before I walked away. 😉
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You’re quackers
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Quack! How are you at leading? These two were going in circles. Giggle 🙂
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That stops them getting lost
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Yet, they travel far.
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Don’t figure!
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Well, they do sort of….
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I’ve forgotten what we were talking about. 😁
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This is why circling is good thing, Richard. 😉
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Possibly?
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Definitely!
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I wish I could remember what that was about?
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Your memory ruins us. 😉 Ducks aren’t quite as forgetful.
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Prove it!!!!
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But how!!
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Ask a duck if it remembers Ronald Reagan. If it does, there’s your answer.
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Haha. I do. Does that count?
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I don’t know, are you a duck?
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No, I fear not.
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What a strange answer? That implies you’d rather be one. It’s not good during hunting season.
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Well…those two look fairly happy following one another. T’is easy to wish to have the same opportunity, dear. Hunting season…these are small town ducks. They stay local. 🙂
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Those ones were staying local to that circle.
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Yes, of course
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Anyone who can capture so beautiful a heart had best count himself very lucky indeed…
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These two captured my heart. Following each other to and fro, Mark, t’was the sweetest sight. Had me longing…
Glad you enjoyed this little poem.
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So beautiful!! 🙂
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Thanks, my friend ♥
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