I will meet you there, in a dream forest of jade and obsidian alcoves, in the dawning dusk at the platform by the stilled waters. I will meet you in a hushed whisper and a silent embrace. And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.
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Just so beautifully said, thank you!
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Thank you for stopping by today.
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Ah, that sweet gentle breeze
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Yes.
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This is so lovely – so well written 🙂
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Thank you.
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The imagery and thoughts so provoking and rolling rhythm so sweet. I read it as someone who never does meet the other, but is left only with the beauty of that which is there as a reminder of the other.
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Thank you, my son’s photo lends itself to mystical and melancholy musings as you have experienced.
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How beautiful
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Thank you.
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mmm, really lovely post and photo — hope and strength.
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Inspired by Wolfgang’s photo….
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Oh that was very lovely!
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Thank you Erika.
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Very welcome! 🙂
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Pure poetry, my friend. xo
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Thank you so much Amy. Someone asked me the other day what kind of writing I did on my blog and it was right after I had posted three incomplete sentences and some other misfires, so I wasn’t exactly sure how to explain what I write except to say that I just string some words together and sometimes they work and sometimes they don’t.
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This particular one works, really works. Fantastic images.
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So nice, I so want to be on that boat on the stilled waters
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It’s a very peaceful image.
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Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you.
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Omygosh Sylvia this is simply so beautiful.
“And I will pretend the soft breeze is your mighty hand caressing tired shoulders and blowing my hair and my fear away from my aging face.”
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Thank you Jewels!
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