This describes moments in time and longing for the loss of precious time. Nice;))

WE are in a time…tomorrows are really iffy. Love may survive but will we?
This is a telling piece…the nature of living on the edge…the sand maybe shifted at any moment and if so can we survive the tides.
j.

You are indeed write Jacob, of that, I have no doubt whatsoever .. and furthermore, I thank you for your consideration of this particular page .. We do indeed live .. (or exist) during some very difficult times .. It’s hard to know what to believe isn’t it, or for that matter, what will happen next .. Anyway, thanks a minion for stopping by .. tis truly appreciated .. Neville 👍

There are some intense images in this epic.
Much enjoyed.
Regards James

Powerfully penned, Neville. Into the book it belongs! Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

“She was there until she was gone”—Butterflies are free, like in the old seventies film.
And women are free as well, they may lite upon our branch for a few seconds…but we must not try to hold them.
They will come back if they wish.
Like this poem a lot, Neville.
j.

Hello Jacob, it is good to see you have joined the new gang .. and thanks tons for reaching out & considering my little but not so new scribble .. Indeed, many thanks indeed sir & wishing you well .. Neville 😎👍

Tremendous work, as always my friend.