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Book ends
Book ends
Watching the glitter on the water
from the bench beside the flow
the return to the beginning
is now an open show
verity is not in the play
fairness takes a walk
returning to the start of things
there's tension in the talk
and love is not just physical
its depths a story unknown
it will depend on the fertility
of the ground it has been sown
seagulls fly here as there
she finds some mystery
and wonders whether he will tell
eyes to open to sea
mind you see
tearlessly she cries
silently the last chapter ends
as the heroine dies
the writer wipes away
a wayward tear apprehended
new stories will appear
the book ends can be extended
feedback van andere lezers- ivo
cynisme kan ook een vorm van pijn zijn
killea: indeed it can Ivo
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j - Danvoieanne
Beautiful xx
killea: many thanks Anne
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j - martine
rakend mooi
liefs martine
killea: thank you Martine
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j - alie_jankind
graag gelezen
groet
killea: thank you Alie
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j - Wee
Very beautiful!
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killea: many thanks Wee
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j - aniram
eyes wide as the ocean, tearless but salted, firtile or overfertilised?
a profound beauty killea!
killea: many thanks for your fine FB Michel
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j
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