Very good…

You’re still wild as heck dude waiting on those Halloween pieces

Brilliant write, enjoyed this read..

ive always thought words had some magic to them… You just proved it

I concur with Sam’s comment with just one more word ‘brilliant’…🙏

this is beautiful Willow I’m feeling you on this as is the wind is poetry in you 💕

Cor blimey Ma’am, I think you just hit the proverbial nail on it’s head and nailed poetry .. Beautifully pinned to the page .. Neville

Beautifully penned, Willow. The essence of a writer lies within the words they choose to tell the tale. Excellent write my friend. Appreciate you.

Damian

Never ending feels. It’s a wonderful thing.

Great ink

If our words are a mirror for someone else’s feelings, there is success in that transaction.
Love it.
j.

I’ve known people like this. It’s like a hunger they can’t sate, always be moving & seeing & going new places. Almost like it’s spiritual for them. I know a guy who literally hops & trains & goes where it takes him. This one made me smile 😊

Write on brother .. & always .. Neville 😎👍

Thank you, my friend.

Thank you, my friend. I appreciate it.

Beautifully penned, Thomas. Excellent write, the story of the traveler. Appreciate you.

Damian

I admit to having a bit of that hobo spirit in me. If not for the dedication I feel toward loved ones, I might have been a wanderer. You capture the phenomenon well.

I was once this boy. Always on the move. Never settling down. You have the quintessential poet’s gift of telling the story of your characters with deep understanding and empathy. This spoke to me deep down about years gone by.

John

Superb work, my friend.

I love the imagery in this. And the sense of last blast desperation to live in the moment. Welcome to the Stars

Prophetic. The fragility of it all.
A moving piece.
Regards James

so wistful a thought I still sense a deep longing in you over this person 💕

In my opinion, if we made it through the heat and humidity of summer. We will make it through Autumn… yet, we can’t deny how Autumn inspires sentimental feelings. I read this as a lullaby of Autumn, there is sadness as there is hope, there is doubt yet there is freedom… Good Morning dear Neville 🌻