“He remember love”   1 comment

During my morning walk in the desert I began having a Whitman moment, not the first nor the last. After returning home I was still in the moment when I opened this posting. I love John’s work, however this is the first time I have reblogged him. — kenne

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He remember love

Old man sat by the Lake St. Clair. He saw an auburn beauty walking the biking path. Her eyes of sea-water blue and her soft smile lost in kind memory made him remember her.

She was a beauty. Her eyes filled with mischief and bluer than the free and wild Pacific. He remembered her, he remembered when she turned to him and she asked. “Dear Johnnie, dear poet. You must join in the dance, you must create the song of love and hope. Waiting for perfect Goddess or muse will leave you alone and filled with regret.”

He smiled at her and he cherish the view. She took his breathe away and she was tall, she had long tan legs and vibrant heart. He told her, I have become colder dear Anna. You don’t want a man who hold regret over love. You can’t heal the scars…

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Posted April 30, 2019 by kenneturner in Information

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  1. Thank you for the reblogged my friend.

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