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| From:  Zydha (Original Message) | Sent: 4/15/2005 7:10 AM |
It is not long now, Dear Heart Hold tight and count the days To hear the whisper of your shores And feel your so familiar ways. Your floral scent is reaching me With sweet Mimosa in the air Seeds of Lavender are teaching me It won't be long till we are there. I hear the music in the background As water waves around my feet Crickets loudly singing their sound The click of bouls when each do meet. So, as the time stands still for you The hours pass to slow for me Two eyes weep, to once again view My land of palms beside the sea. (C) ZYDHA HART 2005 Hy Poets, this isn't really a sad poem, I am just crossing the dates off the calender till I go home in July, lol, |
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Ahhhhhh, someone has itchy feet methinks !....Don't worry Zed, not long now...and I promise you, you WILL miss the rain and snow....lol....nice poem about 'sehnsucht'....I guess we all have a place like this, only difference being, yours is REAL !...oh the envy !....Anyway, I 'specially like the way you got cricket and boules into the same verse....lol
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| | | From: Zydha | Sent: 4/15/2005 2:35 PM |
Yep, lb, less than a quarter of a year to go...yippeeee. lol And, I left out the 'e' in boules, lol, guess I am going to have to brush up on the lingo soon, lol...and...I promise you....I WILL NOT miss the rain and wind and freezing evening, honest!!! lol Thanks, lb, Zed |
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Not really that long to go now Zy, and you'll soon feel that nice warm air again - and like you I hate the cold weather! A lovely wistful poem. Emma |
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| | | From: Zydha | Sent: 4/15/2005 5:49 PM |
EDITED ALREADY, LOL, LATE NIGHT RAMBLING! It's not long now,Dear Heart Hold tight and count the days To hear the whisper of your shores And feel your so familiar ways. Your floral scent is reaching me With sweet Mimosa in the air Seeds of Lavender are teaching me It won't be long till we are there. I hear the music in the background As water waves around my feet Crickets loudly sing their sound and The boules are clicking as they meet. though the time stands still for you The hours pass to slow for me Two eyes weep, to once more view My land of palms beside the sea. (C) ZYDHA HART 2005 Hy Poets, this isn't really a sad poem, I am just crossing the dates off the calender till I go home in July, lol, |
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oh...you always get wistful and i always get jealous take me this time! Steve |
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Hiya Zy, As soon as I started reading this I knew it was about St Maxime. You really do love that place dont you, and it's so nice that you have somewhere like that. You always have a way with words that make poetry like this seem a little sad, but so peaceful at the same time. It wont be long now though, wont be long at all till you can be there again. "Home Sweet Home." I loved this, it's beautiful. Lv Fluff. p.s the picture is lovely too. |
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| | | From: Zydha | Sent: 4/17/2005 7:21 AM |
So true, Steve, as soon as I 'can see' it coming nearer, lol, I can't help it....I just love the place sooo much. My Hubby would love you, he has spent years trying to get me to condense my luggage!!! lol. But if you can fit in the boot this time???Zy x |
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