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Me too. I write 3 poems per month now. I used to write every day. I am glad your appetite is renwed.
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The seed of an idea cannot be killed if it’s meant to grow into fruition. It’s the beholder of that seed that makes the decision as to the outcomes, not the ones who try to dissuade.
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Your right and idea can not die. But the person mist keep it going
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![Profile picture of Damian DeadLove]()
Powerfully penned, Fia. Incredible write my friend. Hope you’re enjoying your vacation, cuz. Appreciate you.
Damian
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Thank you, Damian. I did enjoy myself ;))
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“What is meant to be will never sit and be stilled” love that. Those ideas won’t let us rest.
Great ink
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It is so true. Once it stirs it has to come out. Thank you Nick;))
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Read MoreDawn in your waking eyes, dusk in your dying eyes. Our eyelids peel in daybreak and embrace in nightfall. There was an aurora of tears in your dusking eyes. Now a velvety blackness behind those fallen eyelids. Now a death-like still in those tear-wells. Now a life-like rush in bulging...
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“Now a death-like still
in those tear-wells.”Nice, favorite line.
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Read MoreHere laced to your senses is an enchantment. If it doesn't speak to you... let it show you... The day aches, and I with her, daisies in tune with natural energies said trouble was on the dimming horizon. I could feel it...the sunflowers all whisper, quietly gossiping...
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Read MoreSunlit passion in the moonlit heart chamber, your embers thaw my hot-blooded glacier. You are my sun of the night sky. I, your moon-glow - you, my sun-shine. It was a full moon and all through the night sky, not a star was winking...
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I am a poet who lost his appetite…but this site is given me renewed hunger to write.
Maybe it IS the mood of the narrative, as well.
j.