A Poem – Seldom

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Seldom gate is swinging slow,

beyond the path we seldom see.

And should we seldom want to go,

The gate swings shut to stoppeth thee.

A breeze brings breathlessness to sigh,

for we shall seldom meet.

If seldom closes the open Eye,

then what is left to greet.

Hiya, I am Lauren, a lifestyle traveller, writer and health Nerd. Due to lockdown I decided to get on with writing my blog and catching up with friends new and old. I believe we are one world that for most of us wants to promote peace and goodwill to each other, wherever you are in the world I wish you well. I hope we connect and share our stories.

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