Discrete
In a world of watchers,I try to be discrete,the eye’s have imagination,words have fleeting feet,I try to slip past unnoticed,while noticing all around,careful to place each footstep,praying not to...
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Yank,This is very good. There are a myriad of trapsto fall into. "In the distance I see a flicker,a light of hope to guide me thru,"That light is stronger than any snickeror any pitfall..I love the...
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Real life yank, but the light is real too. An excellent read. Regards, Maryse
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There is some good advice here Yank:) I think it best to be discrete too and to just keep on doing what we do quietly
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This poem is startlingly astute Yank, I found it a most refreshing read...Keith.
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Wonderful poem... the title is absolutely perfect I was nodding my head in knowing at how I try to be discrete too this made me smile deb
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So much outside influence these days it's sometimes difficult to keep one's bearings and one's footsteps on the right path. A wise and interesting poem.
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Thanks all. Yes bongler, seems nowadays there’s a trap near every doorway and a tripwire on every step.
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Always has been yank, 'tis the nature of the human condition. We are all occasionally warmed by the fires of indecency, as you so eloquently put it, secret is to understand that it's only a trap and a...
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