We touched.
Shadowing fingers,
Print traces,
Hidden faces,
Still haunted by the same dream
Of a lover’s touch.
Still longing
For love’s rainy days
With its taste
Consumed in haste
Of wave’s cascading surges
When your mind met mine
And a hostage was taken of time
Two souls falling to rise again
In new incarnations
I feel you still!
Your lips don’t conceal!
Chevvy's diary 
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Chevvy… This is gorgeous.. “When your mind met mine and a hostage was taken of time”… absolutely beautiful…
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Thank you Michael. I always appreciate how you receive my poetry. I think you feel my writing 🙂
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I feel your writing very deeply Chevvy… Most all that you write has touched my heart… but so often your words have touched my soul and carried my mind beyond its normally curious horizons… and I thank you for allowing me to linger in your thoughts…
Hope your day is filled with enlightenment…
Michael
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Hello Michael. Thank you as always for your intuitive comments.I’m always fascinated by that inexplicable thing that draws us into the deeper world of others – a very special thing when that happens. My thoughts could get you lost though since I am finding my way through muddling times and sometimes I write to escape. The world is not always kind but I try to pursue enlightenment. I hope your day is sun filled bounty from the Autumn skies! Chevvy
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