If the sky is navy and the sun gives off
a lingering bumblebee glow,
when the snow dares to fall but is too shy to stay,
and you start to sense that you’re alone,
with the village distant and you in the desert-
I see how you feel in my soul.
But what do you hear? And what do you cry?
What secrets do you know?
Alphabet Ravine 
Nice poem.
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Thank you!
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Loving your poem…
They say you can’t go home again,
but if you could, would you want to stay?
It is not a question of how, but when;
coming to grips with why you went away.
Happy New Year, Lydia Rae.
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I love it!
Thanks, and to you too!
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This sounds like an intriguing prologue to an interesting novel.
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Cool poem!
Many thanks for stopping by my Travel and Photography blog.
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Thank you! You’ve got some beautiful photos!
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Thank you. 🙂
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Forgot to ask, which photos do you think are beautiful? Leave me a comment some time. 😉
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