
To sail without sails
Across a boundless ocean
Of gold and honey
Perception and memory
Shape what was to what should be…
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To sail without sails
Across a boundless ocean
Of gold and honey
Perception and memory
Shape what was to what should be…
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beautiful words sound very liberating and “fresh”
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How true. Beautiful poem Sue.
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Thanks, Sadje.
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Always a pleasure
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Reblogged this on Anita Dawes & Jaye Marie ~ Authors.
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Thank you for reblogging x
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These words are very harmonious, Sue.
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Thank you, Robbie
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I hope it’s not just the image of the windmill that makes the poem seem almost Quixotic? Because perception and stuff made me think Quixote.
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TIlting at windmills is sometimes no bad thing 😉
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