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Rain mists the sky,
deepens every shadow,
silence melts into me,
the hollow pounding slows,
I’m numb to your absence,
the quiet sets me free.
Past crashing waves on ancient rocks
you mist the skies with your stinging drops,
keep misting the skies for me.
A longing for something greater, but the past is hard to get away from it seems. Great piece!
ReplyDeleteBeautiful!
ReplyDeleteSoothing words :)
ReplyDeleteEnjoyed this thank you for sharing this treat
ReplyDeletemisty feelings relieve the pain of longing :)
ReplyDeleteWithin the mist a memory enshrined, enhanced, embraced.
ReplyDeleteThis poetry inspires.
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ReplyDeleteThis part threw me off: the hollow pounding slows,
ReplyDeleteI’m numb to your absence,
the quiet sets me free.
As I read it, perhaps projecting, I felt liberated in the absence of someone
I could actually picture it! Simply wonderful! Thanks for sharing! Also please do visit my blog "My Lemon Hues". I'd love it!
ReplyDeleteComplaining about the rain already?
ReplyDeletePeace
ReplyDeleteOK babe, no problem as long as you don't mistake the mist for tears.
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