
hold each day
like a tiny precious dew-drop of water,
gathered on the tip of a petal,
admire her round shape,
for once she rolls into the dust
its gone and indeed lost.
…
hold each day
by its precious graceful moments,
savour each hour,
never let it go sour,
for once you let moments escape
time lost can’t be caught in videotape
©
Jacqueline
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A wordsmith with a vivid imagination, an eager mind and a burning desire to carve out tales. As I journey with my muse to that land of all possibilities and self discovery, I hope my personal evolution will serve as a beacon of inspiration for anyone who chooses to stop by.
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Precious words
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Thank you. The days are precious 🙂
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Lovely poem
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Beautiful!
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Thank you 🙂
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