Sometimes I wait for logic
To catch up to my intuition,
A little shaken, a little stirred.
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November 10, 2020 at 9:49 pm
Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
November 21, 2020 at 2:08 pm
Thank you Chuck!
November 10, 2020 at 10:30 pm
I loved how you concluded this beautiful poem.
November 21, 2020 at 2:08 pm
aww thank you my friend!
November 10, 2020 at 10:51 pm
There was a time I used to like it: Shaken, not stirred!! Now I am more intuitive!! Good one Neha!!
November 21, 2020 at 2:08 pm
Thank you so much!
November 21, 2020 at 10:04 pm
My pleasure
November 11, 2020 at 3:51 am
Lovely descriptions throughout my friend ❤
November 21, 2020 at 2:07 pm
Thank you my friend! ❤
November 11, 2020 at 4:01 am
Reblogged this on John Cowgill's Literature Site.
November 21, 2020 at 2:07 pm
Thank you John!
November 21, 2020 at 2:17 pm
YOU are very welcome.
November 11, 2020 at 9:38 am
A wonderful piece
November 21, 2020 at 2:07 pm
Thank you so much!
November 22, 2020 at 8:11 am
You’re welcome
November 12, 2020 at 7:21 am
I hear you Neha. ❤
November 21, 2020 at 2:07 pm
❤