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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
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Poem from the newly released book “California Notebooks” now available on Amazon.com
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annamosca 
Polished bright and honed sharp, like the fading of evening light, even.
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Poem meets poem, I totally love your words! Thank you.
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Brilliant and beautiful!!
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Thank you Migueltio, is one of my favorite too, it makes me feel like a little girl wanting to stretch the day…
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Biggest hugs U!
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“subtracting
myself from grace”
is breathtaking.
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Thank you so much Kittykatmandoo (that’s the cutest name!) for pointing out what touched you the most in this poem: I so much appreciate this!
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Grazie a Lei per la poesia 😊
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