She was a gadabout,
peripatetic and vagabond,
a restless endeavoring soul,
couldn’t be restrained
by any superficial yoke,
and though the world seldom agreed
her demeanor imbued many
and in her magical spell
many thoughts were weaved
many mystical knells were held
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Beautiful
I have never seen the word gadabout before. It’s a great word! Perfect usage in this poem too. Love the carefree spirit of the poem. 🙂
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My pleasure.
Thanks so much, Sonya for your beautiful read. I love this word
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Yes what a great post
Thanks so much for reading –
Pleasure mate
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…….who cast a spell on who? Runic incantations 🥰
Thanks for your read. The protagonist casted the spell on her audience 😊
Yes ofcourse🥰
But, that’s a boring reply 🤪
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Haha. You can mold it the way you want to 😊
Ummmm yeaaa sure
Lol.
I leaned a new word thanks to you and yes the poem is lovely.How often we are mesmerized by people who are restless and yet have an aim.
True. Thanks for getting the essence of my poem
My pleasure
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The post itself had a kind of spell 😀
Thank you dear. I am so appreciative of your words