My body aches
And the sound of voices from so long ago echoes in my ears
Smiles no longer bearing faces
Faces no longer bearing smiles
At times
I want to crumble
To fall back to the earth and in time be swept away by a passing breeze
Each and every cell and molecule dispersed from one another
To be lifted into the sky that they might at least be a part of some sunset somewhere
But I know
That this will pass
With time
Just as each day ends
With a sunset
Somewhere
Reblogged this on Women Who Think Too Much by Jeanne Marie and commented:
Love this…
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Wow, thank you Jeanne Marie for sharing my post. I am so glad that you enjoyed reading what I wrote, and very grateful for your support.
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You’re welcome. I really love this poem, awesome writing.
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beautiful! I love this!
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Thank you, Carol Anne!
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This is amazingly beautiful mate ✔️💯
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Thank you, Nirant! 🙂 I am always so glad when you stop by and take the time to leave your thoughts. Much appreciated.
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Pleasure always for ur words mate 😊
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Beautiful
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Thank you! It is so good to hear from you; it has been a long time – too long. I do hope that you are doing well.
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Your Welcome!
It’s good to be back 🙂
I pray you have a Blessed Christmas!!
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I wish the same for you. 🙂
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Thank You 🙂
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A haunting poem.
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Thank you, Sadje. There definitely is a bit of darkness in this. But as always, there is light as well… 🙂
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👍🙏
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Do you think that is where the beauty in sunsets comes from?
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Some of the most beautiful sunsets I have seen are the result of large quantities of airborne particles, often smog or other pollution, filtering light just at the horizon. There are many times where I am able to relate, where I feel like some of my most poignant memories are like clouds of dust from my past through which the light filters and illuminates.
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So light bounces off all the junk and makes it pretty? : )
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Yes, exactly. 🙂 It is a strange phenomenon, but rather poetic, I think.
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You have made it beautifully poetic. : )
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Your finally was haunting and so perfect for the piece.
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Thank you, very much. The ending was a final addition after a day of reflection, and I am very happy with how it all came together.
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I hope you are fine dear. How are you?
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Thank you, Adi. I am well, most days. I struggle at times, but in the end, I am able to find myself and see beauty. It has been a long year, and I have much to reflect on and process, both good and bad.
How are you? I do hope you are also well.
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I’m good too, struggling but good.
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I am sorry to hear that you are struggling, but glad that you are doing well anyway. If you ever want to connect, you do know how to reach me. 🙂
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🤗
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