How many ways can we colour love,
How many songs to be sung,
How many words to express what we mean,
How many before dusted and done.
Colours of rainbows, permutated for life,
Notes neverending, play on,
Speak what we feel and write it all down,
Never dusted, never done, for the one.
Still upright eough for this little gem! How many ways indeed? A great poem, Anne-Marie.
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Thanks, Chris. I may only have been partially upright at this point. 😉
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Great title and final line to tie it all together! Awesome as always!
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Aww, thanks, Phil! 🙂
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Beautiful! The inspiration is unlimited.
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Thank, Nicodemas. That certainly seems to be the case. 🙂
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Love it 🙂
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Thanks, Mark. 🙂
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