By Charles Robert Lindholm
Living Is Messy And Leaves Debris, Memories And Regrets,
But Gives Us A Lifetime Of Happiness And Love In Our Memories,
Works Of Art, Poetry, Family And Friends That We Can Treasure!
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Inspired By 3 Line Tales – 7/26/2018 – week 130
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“A kiss that is never tasted, is forever and ever wasted.”– Billie Holiday
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Please Don’t Miss this stunning love poem to Nature, Life and a Lover by Jokerswild – BEAUTY ON TWO OCCASSIONS
I don’t need paradise because I found you. I don’t need dreams because I already have you!
I’ve been on camping trips, and watched the fire with my own eyes. As the yellow and orange embers, rose up in the night skies.
Up in the high top mountains, where the elk and deer peacefully lie. The grass and the trees are a scene from a painting, where I sit and watch the sunrise.
On the sandy beaches at the bay, you can relax and get your feet wet. Feel the breeze and witness the beautiful waves, and lay your eyes on the most gorgeous sunset.
Seeing a rainbow after a rainy day, or a full moon on a clear blue night. Making a wish upon witnessing a falling star, now that’s a beautiful sight.💫
The downpour of rain in the forrest, nature getting as wet as can be. The magically…
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Just so you know, you were the best one. I hope to meet you under another audacious condition, but for now, this heart is gone.
Geneva
People come and go, this is how life is.
And I felt loved, with you, and everyone else
but you were my favorite temporary feeling.
I liked how your skin melted on my tongue
as we lived under blankets when we were young,
but your emotions transpired, and our adventures were done.
I may have lived in bliss, enchanted by asinine songs
about things, I’m too afraid to grab on my own, but I’ll admit,
for once, I couldn’t face your formidable honesty,
though I hope you can forgive mine.
I know you asked to be around a little longer
but I can’t give you a chance to come closer.
I’m sorry, I don’t want to say this again
but I told you from the start…
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your awkward silence ~ a child-artist’s rendition ~ of an old man’s fear — © Lize Bard @ Haiku out of Africa
By Charles Robert Lindholm
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By Charles Robert Lindholm
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were honest
and true
for she wrote
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