Distant thoughts of days long lost I wander through the annals of my life’s memory
Flipping through the pages I cross over stones whose ruff edges have long been smoothed by the passage of time
Skipping stones now…
The ones that comprise the soft bed for the river of my life that flows over it,
Small in comparison to the boulders that rest in the waters now as the waves lap,
Ferociously,
At their surface in hopes,
That they too will one day become skipping stones
new years poem……
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You never cease to amaze me, Nav`re… Your prose is like music. I cannot wait to see your writings published, it’s about time. 😉
You should post Almost Perfect. I really like that one.
Happy New Year, hon…
~Sid
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@Navre wrote:
Now how i wonder you mnaged to see that one….and call it by name? I dont recall posting that one anywhere….manage to get your hands on one of the few full copies of my works have you….
You know, Nav`re, I adore you, but you can sure be a dork sometimes… 😉
You sent it to me in my email. lmfao!!! 😀 That was the last prose you sent to me, remember?
*giggling hysterically*
~Sid
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lest you forget i mentioned i dont recall ending that one to you but if you say idid it must be so then…..and you can forget about the whole mentioning of there being copies of my complete works floating out and about in the world….cant have you getting your greedy little hands on something like that now can I………mayhaps some day i shall send my exobently long one…..Dragon….or post it here..if ppl can wade through my week attempt at an epic….lol
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