He used words like fables
from some time forgotten tales,
prose weaved with pearls
expressed in a simple vernacular way
For that is the only language he knew,
without the shade of vitriolic
or any boisterous hue,
void of the stratagems that often people play,
corralling to deceive someone
in the most deceitful way
He had no secrets,
neither had any sins to hide,
he never played any planned chide,
or took anyone for a ride
For he had the most beautiful soul
still surviving tangled
in this maligned wild world
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as always you leave us speechless from your poems.
You are so very kind. Much humbled
Beautiful!❤️
Thanks so much, Rich
Such a beautiful poem Shantanu! As beautiful as his soul.
Such souls are hard to find but not impossible 🙂
True my friend. And I already know a few 😊
Thanks so much, Gabriela. Much humbled
My pleasure, my dear friend.
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❤Sha that is
Thanks so much my friend
No affirmations😆
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I see you in these words😊👌👌👌
Wow! that is such a beautiful compliment. You are a beautiful soul ❤️❤️
So are you my friend❤
am I not😊