the jester

Many years ago I was with a few friends in a pop up charity shop that used to be a hairdressers – next door to a store in Solihull named Beatties. Many people to include customers and staff of Beatties and the former hairdressers claimed to see a ghost that looked like a jester, then … one day we all saw him too. He smelt of mothballs and he bowed down to us all before speaking directly to my friend. At first we thought he was a customer until he walked through a wall. Today reminded me of him. TBH©

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a rose from the garden

A rose from him – an eternal male set in stone with a love so strong that nothing will take him away from her – and never shall she doubt him. He puts her on a pedestal in his tower of beauty and thorns above the fauna and flora with his rose of infinite hope.

And she said – “for all the petals on this land today, oh darling – there’s only one rose I will never forget. And next year this will be the same – for of all the petals there is you in stone as me – together we are one.

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And although people could not see them together – they were never apart. That’s true love – personal and ever lasting. Never based on assumptions and certainly not the false reality of what we perceive.  Love is not fame or wealth – threads and connections. Love is something that lies in your soul – never dormant.

TBH©