i need to talk about the risks of living what happens beyond the cracked white foliage and cut glass arrangements when dawn shakes the walls and i have nothing to do with the rest of my life but sing quite possibly, unhearable quite possibly, unsayable and scarcely white
A poem so beautiful and moving that it almost leaves me wanting to rewind your words. You have me thinking of the full range of possibilities for existence in this world … just wonderful.
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Thank you for the wonderful compliments, J. I’m very happy you enjoyed this.
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Song and sadness on the other side. Beautiful
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Thank you very much.
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This poem has many interpretations. Exquisite. Maybe not intended, but the last two stanzas express what I believe many people may be feeling this year.
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Thank you, Michele. I hadn’t thought of it that way, but I believe you may be right. I’m happy you enjoyed the poem.
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Isn’t that a wonderful thing?? Different minds seeing things differently. 🌟
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Absolutely! Have a great weekend.🙂
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I really like this. Beautiful writing
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Thank you so much.
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This is really wonderful.
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Thank you!
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