* observational poem, a beautiful elderly lady with a soft Irish accent stopped to chat with me.
You are honey to my soul
The soft ancient caress of love
that whispers across the breeze.
The gentle undertones of wisdom
a kiss from the spirit of yesteryear
reminding me, they are forever near.
Karen Hayward ©2016
Such a beautiful reaction you had.
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Thank you Patrick 😀😀😀
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