dicing time
nibbling life
busy building
false towers
on leasehold
of somebody
else’s estate
fallow shadows
of kernelstones
germinate waste
stillborn seeds
render naught
from what might
have been save
for misguided
priorities lost
to untended
potential self
sadly subsumed
in malpractice
of pride only
realized too late
one more man
none will care
to remember
From my book Bohemian Scents
I bet you have no idea how much an inspiration to me your writings are nor my admiration for your style… Keep up the good work
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your comment touches me deeply – thank you most sincerely
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One of your best (in my opinion).
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thank you from the bottom of my heart
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Amazing piece, Paul. Bravo!
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thanks kindly, eugenia
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Your words capture the sad disintegration of a human. Amazing picture.
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I’m glad to know it worked for you
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