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Into the music I allowed

you,
far away,
I think I love you

our dance of separation,
heavy-limbed
and shredded
far
into the melancholy night

no cell phone ringing
no shared riffs of space
no feathered bridges
across

mudra hands enjoining
this wasteland paradise

faded flower stains of your heart
like deep ribbon grief
upon my lips

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An expression of love projected over a distance not knowing if it turns a thought, sent on Angels wings passing continental barriers filling all the voids flowing on into a heart that may feel a warming but not knowing from where.
Lovely write Anna leaving all to wonder what has happened to the other, that the thought is sent is all that is needed, Yours Ian.T
Or am I barking up the wrong Tree

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There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

nice write,,,, I read your words and long distance love / relationship comes to mind. It is a huge burden. and yet when love is pure and true, it overcomes all boundaries.

".....you,
far away,
I think I love you

our dance of separation,
heavy-limbed
and shredded
far
into the melancholy night...."

beautiful write.

respects

WonderGolly :)

respects.

WonderGolly

What I love most about POETS is how they write SADNESS with SUNSHINE on their face, caption RAIN with FALLEN EMBERS and paint TEARS using the colours of WATERFALLS:lol

it's another "wee Beauty" this one! Brought strains of Van Morrison's INTO THE MYSTIC, to mind!
Cheers

Bonitaj

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