If the sky is navy and the sun gives off
a lingering bumblebee glow-
If the snow dares to fall but is too shy to stay,
and you start to sense that you’re alone-
If the village is distant and you’re 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?
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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