In a dream came our final embrace I stood paralyzed as you floated away Vanishing like fog watching the sunrise My sorrow filled eyes plead for you to stay
I awake to an empty void in my chest A shallow grave where flowers once bloomed Waiting for the light so they may grow again So I can write freely under a summer moon
Patience and hope are what fills my dreams My soul reaches out for the light I yearn I start to feel your shining warmth again Filling my pen as my passion has returned
Wow… a beautifully-penned snapshot of yearning. I so often feel a yearning. And like you (in your next two poems, which I have also just read), it is often resolved and healed by writing. Fantastic you are back. 👌💗
Thank you so much Lia! It does feel good to be back here for sure. It’s amazing how great writing can make one feel and to also be able to read such great works from others here as well. I don’t ever think I could truly leave here for good. I am happy to see you still around too! 😊🌟❤
Lovely, Tone 💛
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Thank you so much Val! 😊
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So lovely 🌷
You have been missed.
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Thank you so much! Being back here has been soothing for the soul, so happy to see you still writing too.😊🌸
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Writing is that indeed! Thank you! ☺️🌼
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Wow… a beautifully-penned snapshot of yearning. I so often feel a yearning. And like you (in your next two poems, which I have also just read), it is often resolved and healed by writing. Fantastic you are back. 👌💗
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Thank you so much Lia! It does feel good to be back here for sure. It’s amazing how great writing can make one feel and to also be able to read such great works from others here as well. I don’t ever think I could truly leave here for good. I am happy to see you still around too! 😊🌟❤
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Yay for all of that. 🎉🙌 Hugs and thanks so much 🙏😊
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That is the spirit. Yay! Glad your power of pen returned.
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