gently contemplating the ace space symbol a new face of hope fading from above and relentlessly depleted of green imagine a mind written in a maze learning to realize its rectangles sudden blades of understanding windmill of certainty, the timeless exchange of smiles and here if you were a thousand miles trapped in needless conversation no story is eternal without dreaming the vitality of clocks and selflessly saving paychecks becoming beloved in spring
Ace
The Used Life 
13 responses to “Ace”
You are such a class act!
Your poetic voice has become silky smooth. Nicely done creative U!
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Thank you, Myth! I hope you are well. Stay safe and healthy out there.
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Your most certainly welcome, always! Strong and healthy, I am! Thank you. You too dear one! You are a Star U! 😀
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Thank you so much, Myth! And whenever you decide to put your blog back online I look forward to reading more of your beautiful poetry. These days of quarantine can also be a great time for creating. Cheers! 🥂
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For you, dear U, I will release my blog this morning. You know why I’ve been on private. But for you this day, I will open my blog! I’ll be gone today, but your beautiful mind gracing my pages will mean the world to me. You are very much admired for your creative writing and grace! I am proud to have discovered your blog back when! ☕🍷🍸🍺🥂🍹🥃🍾 Whatever the drink… Let us drink to better days ahead!! Thank you for being U!
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You’re very sweet, Myth! I will be happy to read your blog today. Take care 🙂💙
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Thank you always! Enjoy your life! 🙂💙😀
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You, too. I have to say you remind me a bit of someone I was friends with once…in a very nice way. 🙂 Have a good one!
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“Friends with once”…Oh, I had to think on this for a moment.😀 Well, let us be rewarded with longer lasting friendships! There is where great comfort remains.☀️
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I woke up this morning still thinking about this poem. “no story is eternal without dreaming” is such a great line! I’ll have that one in my head for a long time.
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Thank you so much! That means a lot coming from a poet whose work I respect and admire as much as yours.
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“I don’t reveal skeletons that would hurt anyone. They can hurt the dead, but the dead belong to me.”
– Anne Sexton, The Art of Poetry.
Ps. Je promets de te lire toujours.
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Même après que tu me dis enfin qui tu es? Thank you for the great Sexton quote.
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