*
.
the sun rests
on my hair on a
winter afternoon
.
hours fleeting
rushing into the
calm evening
.
not daring
to go inside subtracting
myself from grace
.
I keep my head down
bowed as I write between
letters my emotions
.
.
Feb11
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annamosca 
Beautiful! 🙂
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Appreciate your comment! 🙂
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This is truly beautiful
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Thank you Noora
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your words flow like a song, beautiful 🙂
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This is a nice interpretation, I love it, thank you!
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Sublime!
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Glad you like it Simon, thank you!
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“I keep my head down
bowed as I write between
letters my emotions”
Love this. Wonderful.
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I love it when people point out to me what touched them the most in a poem, thank you.
As a matter of fact when I wrote this last part my emotions were at their highest, maybe some vibration is still lingering there…
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“the sun rests
on my hair ” che bella questa immagine 🙂
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grazie, felice che ti piaccia 🙂
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I know EXACTLY how you feel. 🙂
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Nice, we are never alone, thank you Vee 🙂
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Truely Beautiful
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Very nice feedback, thank you…
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Nicely done!
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Happy you liked it!
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“Subtracting myself from grace” great line in a great poem.
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So happy to read your nice feedback and for pointing out your favorite line. I appreciate that.
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