I am the man of a thousand loves,
A thousand loves have I;
And all my loves are white-winged doves,
That into my soul would fly.
I am the man of a thousand friends
Of tuneful memory;
And each of them spends the delicate ends
Of a brilliant day with me.
And all my gifts are magical words
That sing sweet songs to me;
And the sensitive words are caroling birds
In the garden of imagery.
βEdwin Leibfreed.
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Great post π
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Thank you for reading and commenting π
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Reading through the poem was a pleasant and delightful experience; in addition to other posts from you which I have just read. Great thoughts.
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Thank you so much. Glad you enjoyed our Thoughts π
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