To All

To All

A Poem by Alfred Kukitz
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To All

In the sweet confines of my own smile
a tear I shed for this joyous high
Oh the happys have all the fun
Won't you come home to the rhythm of fun
to follow a nose that smells your name
I left you go and cried forever until you showed
We danced in circles around the world
lifting spirits on a road for glory's goal
that we may find a way to say
I love you all on this day.

© 2016 Alfred Kukitz


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Thank you Ana!

I'm returning all the smiles and beauty that everyone has brought to me. Always Appreciated All of You!

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Dear Pryde,

It's how I think of the people I met here at WC. THANK YOU!

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Al, this is absolutely delighted, playful, joyful and fun.
Love it!

Posted 7 Years Ago


Lovely lovely lovely ... that is lovely times three. Yes ... fun and appreciation. Thanks, Al:)

Posted 7 Years Ago


You may not no it Jacob but you do spread love in just your own way.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


Thanks E!

I dare say not everything needs rhyme. However the piece required several edits. I liked the way it turned out.

Regards,
Al

Posted 7 Years Ago


makes me feel like dancing ... does this need editing? "I left you go and cried forever until you showed"
"..follow a nose that smells your name" ..love it!! and "Wont you come home to the rhythm of fun" just lifts me right up!! what a happy wonderful poem! thank you for sharing it ..
E.

Posted 7 Years Ago


i wish this kind of love would be spread around..it surely is missing from a lot of the world.....

well said...

j.

Posted 7 Years Ago



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Added on July 10, 2016
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Alfred Kukitz
Alfred Kukitz

Deering, NH



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