How shall I know, unless I go
To Cairo and Cathay,
Whether or not this blessèd spot
Is blest in every way?
Now it may be, the flower for me
Is this beneath my nose;
How shall I tell, unless I smell
The Carthaginian rose?
The fabric of my faithful love
No power shall dim or ravel
Whilst I stay here,—but oh, my dear,
If I should ever travel!
– Edna St. Vincent Millay
Whispers In The Wind 
Well, I can’t take any credit for this one. But it will forever be one of my favorites. I guess it says to me that it’s OK to dream. You can go wherever you want to in your head. Thanks for reading it!
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So simple, yet elegant. Sigh!
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well if that isn’t perfection……
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Ah, that naughty Edna. I smile with every word… the meter is perfect for her lark, as well. Thanks for this…
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