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Weeping Woman
By darkendomme
Life woke and life slept.
​One morn when life wasn't looking
​I opened my windows
and instead of the wind,
​a poet I knew not... had crept.
​He colored me in poems
A promise he'd spoken
was a promise he kept.
He held me with such passion
​He noted every want
He cradled my darkness
where from the cliffs... I would have lept.
​He said we were aligned by fate
always belonging to the other.
Then Life awoke and in reality's very moment.... I wept.
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Author's Note:
For my QComments on "Weeping Woman"
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On Friday, August 16, 2019, dwells
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wrote:
A recollection or just a dream; both can bring tears of sweet joy, or the sorrow of loss. You have done a wonderful balancing act here my friend DD; much as we do in our daily lives each day - Cheers! - Dan
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On Friday, August 16, 2019, darkendomme
(119) wrote:
Thx Dan! Missed your encouragements most of all😊... It's quite the personal piece tattled here. DP is Where I need not fear the crucificattion of my words. Good to be back Aloha🌺
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