It was cold outside and I was curled up on my sofa, sipping on a hot cup of chamomile tea and reading through my oldest collection of poems by William Blake. It must have been the spellbinding words that instigated this unusual feeling inside me. In a matter of seconds, my thoughts had wandered afar and I could feel myself sashaying my way into the mellow clouds.
His words were echoing in my ears and mind. No, they weren’t the soft words of Blake. They weren’t the deep words of Louis Armstrong and Ella Fitzgerald’s song ‘Heaven’ that was playing in the background.
They were prettier words; words that put a smile on my face and brought joy to my heart. They weren’t words of flattery. They were ordinary words that were said in a nothing but ordinary conversation. But they were words from a person who was nothing close to ordinary. A person so inspiring and intriguing; his words so heartening and pleasing.
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