
A perfect day ends
Delicately cradled close
Against memory
Forgetting is too easy
Released, only gold remains
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Sue Vincent is a Yorkshire-born writer and one of the Directors of
The Silent Eye, a modern Mystery School. She writes alone and with
Stuart France, exploring ancient myths, the mysterious landscape of Albion and the inner journey of the soul. Find out more at
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Reblogged this on Die Erste Eslarner Zeitung – Aus und über Eslarn, sowie die bayerisch-tschechische Region!.
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I love it! The beautiful picture and the rhythm of the words are so soothing…
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Thank you. It is a place I love dearly.
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Reblogged this on Frank J. Tassone and commented:
#Haiku Happenings #7: Sue Vincent’s latest #tanka!
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Thanks for reblogging, Frank 🙂
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My pleasure, Sue!
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Reblogged this on anita dawes and jaye marie.
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Thank you Jaye x
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Beautiful xxx
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Thank you xx
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One of your best!
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Thanks, Jennie.
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You’re welcome, Sue.
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Great light, lovely poem. Your moors, in that light, look almost like parts of the Senora desert. It’s the golden color, I think.
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The moors go all earthy and bronze in the winter months… there is really only a very short window when they are green and then purple.
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Reblogged this on Matthews' Blog.
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Thank you!
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Welcome
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Very beautiful, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie.
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