The heart wanting some tenderness...times when we just need to sink into the realness of that. Isn't it interesting how sometimes we can love that teasing exchange, but other times it's just too much?
I'm waging haiku as a weapon against my own ignorance.
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Waging and old -- nah nah nah nah :))
think about happiness and you aren't happy anymore -- so i think :)
wishes,
devika
D- when I'm sensitive, I can't handle teasing...it feels like sharp barbs.
Caught as I am in the web of associative thinking, I will add this (brackets are my addition:)
To (s)end a kiss by
A personal messenger
(A Sufi adage).
the sending
can be the ending
can it not?
:-)
A kiss, when too long,
Can be just another form
Of a kiss of death!?:)
The heart wanting some tenderness...times when we just need to sink into the realness of that. Isn't it interesting how sometimes we can love that teasing exchange, but other times it's just too much?
Oh no....My affection is all about teasing...the more close I am, the more I tease :)
will take care in future, dear Janet :)
wishes,
devika
kathy~ yep!
devika~ that wasn't directed at you, my friend. it's all good :-)
thanks, dear :)
wishes,
devika
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