A dreary city
A darkened sky
Gray pastel wind
Cascading by
Clear sheets of rain
Too thick to see
Hustle on
So busily
Her umbrella tipped
His shuffling feet
One flooded sidewalk
Two worlds meet
The earth stood still
A brush of hands
Stopped time’s falling
Hourglass sand
Alphabet Ravine 
Lovely !
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Thank you! It means a lot!
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https://bluehuesin.wordpress.com/2020/05/10/nomination-3/
Please do check out the nomination
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Thank you!
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It’s just that novelty that makes them beautiful. Thank you for following my blog, which I gladly reciprocate. I will enjoy your poetry.
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Thank you! I’m glad to have found your stories.
I was reading your about page, and when you said, “A book is not a vehicle for my personal opinions, my politics or my unbeliefs. A work of fiction is an escape. A work of fiction is a story.” It resonated with me. Poetry is obviously different than fiction, but I’ve always been passionate about letting people know that poems are pieces of art rather than histories, sciences, or autobiographies.
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Absolutely!
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