HER OWN SOCIETY
The soul
fed up with its own
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Donall, your poems are always such a scrummy treat to the senses (and the soul) ...... but now, of course, I want some cheese and toast with cherry tomatoes and garlic and herbs ...! ! ! Lovely poem - all the best for the festive season. HG: -) xx
WOW and mmmmm and me smiling (bright smile) after reading the first lovely lines: The soul fed up with its own immortality decides to take a holiday from being itself to just...being.
And now I say with a broad grin: -] an even bigger thank you as I realise this poem was for me! So silly of me not to notice the title! ! Thank you, thank you, thank you... HG: -) xx