When I have returned to dust,
recall me, but not the genuine me;
no, leave that shrinking, purple-
prosing violet be. Instead visit
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Your poetry is like a wild, fascinating ride that leaves you a bit dizzy when you step off. But then, you say, 'Again, again! ' Peace, L&T
I'm going to subtract ten years and then take those last three lines round with me forever. t x
Greg, Good poems, very man's and it is beautifully mysterious, thanks for such emotions...Tsira