your hateful glare spy my quiet
not bereft, only caugt up in a moment
where darkness quelled, did silence
my sigh exhaled stars for you to gaze at
in keeping with wonder
you lied when you said you didn't wander in my poppies
excellent vision, I reach you where you are
you find my thoughts often
staring at their meaning
turning them over in your mind
seeking the metaphors where I can be found
listless day, I don't have time to explain them
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How,are you Brenda? Seems like one of those betwixt and between a rock and a hard place writes. Take care dear one 🌼