Uncategorized The Dying Day November 7, 2021 spanishwoods 18 Comments photo by Sylvia dark thoughtsseep into the dampnessof the dying day Share this: Click to share on X (Opens in new window) X Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Like Loading... Related
Your prose is so true. You can feel the dark thoughts and dark moods seep in on especially very gray days. That is when you want nightfall to come quickly so you don’t have to see the gray. LikeLike Reply
I often ramble in my writing and then I strike it down, to the essential, to what is really being said inside my head LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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Beautiful photo. Lovely poem, Silvia.
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Thanks so very much Tim. 🙂
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Beautiful pairing, Sylvia.
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Wonderful! ❤️
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Your prose is so true. You can feel the dark thoughts and dark moods seep in on especially very gray days. That is when you want nightfall to come quickly so you don’t have to see the gray.
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Yes 🙂
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Esp. this time of year… hugs to you!
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thank you Eliza, you are kind
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I love the mood Sylvia 🙂 🙂
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thank you 🙂
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Such deep content in the brevity of your poems
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I often ramble in my writing and then I strike it down, to the essential, to what is really being said inside my head
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I love it.
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thank you sherry 🙂
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Haunting. I expect to see an Ent lumbering at any moment.
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Ha! Right. 🙂
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Beautiful image and words very evocative of autumn 🍂
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thank you 🙂
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