Terry Towelling

I am sure that of nothing it comes.

It came from nothing. It ended there.

Blissful reminders of yesterday

come to bind us once again nothing.

Today nothing reminds me of

your sweet balm and enduring charms.

Your smile reminds me of waterfalls

path dissapearing over the edge.

It’s a lucky man that has you.

My terry towelling friend.

 

 

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