We voice love,
look off at better times –
eye on neighbour, comparing
I dance between hated father,
nice brother, grow quiet,
need touch, but never say
Were my heart strong,
spirit like a river come,
thanking universe…
Have joy though,
feel throughout.
(Friday is magnetic poetry day. Play online. )
Yes, the bright moments that shine, in the midst of honest yearning and pain.
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You sum it up well.
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Well, thank you, I did enjoy the read – so pertinent.
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Even scarce words cannot diminish the good here 🙂
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Bless you, Diana.
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