The past, the present,
the future falling fast.
The now, the then,
the if, the how, the when–
of us, of them,
of me and sometimes you,
of her and him,
of whirlwinds painted blue.
Memories
The past, the present,
the future falling fast.
The now, the then,
the if, the how, the when–
of us, of them,
of me and sometimes you,
of her and him,
of whirlwinds painted blue.
spanishwoods 
Love your writing.
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Thank you, that made my day.
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🙂
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Wow! I sure loved this post! The poem, the header photo, and the photo that went with the poem! In football (soccer) we would call that a hat-trick! 🙂 It all jumped out at me!
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That’s a very cool compliment! Thank you.
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Nice poem!
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Thanks so much.
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Lovely indeed.
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Thank you.
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Beautiful thoughts, and beautiful writing!
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Thank you very much.
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Extra lovely love poem
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As always, I thank you.
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Great poem! And the photo, so interesting. The counter-clockwise rotation of the blade and the scarce sheathing over it.
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Thank you… 🙂
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This is wonderful. I wish I had written it 😳 great stuff.
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Thank you for such kind words.
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Thanks again… Your words are good for the soul.
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That is truly a great compliment. Thank you.
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Saying it all…
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Simple but very nicely written.
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Thank you.
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Whirlwinds painted blue… Now, there certainly is a lovely phrase! 🙂
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Sometimes memories feel like that, don’t you think?
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I don’t know if I can have a memory that is a whirlwind. A memory of one, sure – or something that felt like one. Or like being in one.
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