Come, silence not the words when words are needing,
Nor empty self into the dark abyss,
Void of comfort, empty of all meaning,
Why throw away all chances by remiss.
Come fill, at spring, your cup to overflowing,
Chilled, refreshed by waters from on high,
Crystal bounty, clarity in knowing
Source at summit, worthy risk to try.
Come see the lights that shine upon not under,
Bask in starlight, beauteous to behold,
Feet to path, hands breaking rocks asunder,
Words may be the actions of some bold.
Who can know the value of the footsteps
Or words, as water, falling from your lips.
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Diligence
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Thank you for sharing, it’s much appreciated.
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🙂 Have a great day! 🙂
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I got nothing. Just that I’m here, and that was a particularly beautiful poem.
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Many thanks, NTT. I’m always glad you’re here. I hope you’re doing okay.x
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Working my way back into existence.
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Love the sound of this one. Makes me picture some kind of fantasy setting. And a good message too
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Thank you. I’m hoping it proves to be a reality. 🙂
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Lovely piece here Anne Marie, as always a line that catches my gaze more than others, “Come see the lights that shine upon not under”. 🙂
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I kept seeing the Aurora photo my brother took while I was writing this. Clearest of skies and stars abounding. 🙂
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I love the Aurora!
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To see it in reality would be quite something, Daniel. One day.
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