wrapping flowers in blankets
we built a fire in the fire pit
kept it going into december
when the sky was blue
and air was cold
you played violin
and I played harmonica
we sang to the fire in the sky
we prayed for the fog to roll in
the first frost came and went
but we were ill-prepared
like we always were
I keep telling you I am the same boy
you first met decades ago
and you tell me the ocean is still green
november two thousand sixteen
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#deep👌👌👍
thank you
Mon Plaisir😇
Somewhere deep inside we never change do we?..
Yes, in so many ways we do not.
Lovely!
Thank you, Lola!
So beautiful this John!!! 🙂
Thank you very much, Suzy!
beautiful sentiments
thank you very much