Dear God,
Gio, you were so meant to be a poet
You swim in the gracious,
Audaciously free, waters of inspiration,
Your poetry produces magic sensations
That conquer us for life, without hesitation.
Dearest Sandra, hands up and bowing low as humbly can go. Commented here the other day but erased, far too long. I am not worthy... Falling on my knees to one of the best Christmas songs ever. Oh Night Divine! ...May the magic and songs bring also divine sensations through inspired Revelations! Oh yes! Oh Nights Divine. Enjoying your poems as well. So glad you see my calling. Gio
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Dear God, Gio, you were so meant to be a poet You swim in the gracious, Audaciously free, waters of inspiration, Your poetry produces magic sensations That conquer us for life, without hesitation.
Dearest Sandra, hands up and bowing low as humbly can go. Commented here the other day but erased, far too long. I am not worthy... Falling on my knees to one of the best Christmas songs ever. Oh Night Divine! ...May the magic and songs bring also divine sensations through inspired Revelations! Oh yes! Oh Nights Divine. Enjoying your poems as well. So glad you see my calling. Gio