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it seems some days
that the sun moves
at a faster speed
it raises for a kiss
as I get a cup of coffee
and let the cat out
I see them playing
together in the shiny
grass birds may
join too as I give
shape to new poetry
typing away
suddenly it taps
on the backyard for
a sad goodbye
as I sit speechless
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annamosca 
I also am saddened by the daily leaving of the sun. I thrive in its presence. Oddly, I feel similarly for the moon. —CC
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Sounds like you are almost as good as making time disappear as I am! 😉 Love the image of the sun “raising for a kiss.” 🌞
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Ahahah Stephanie, there’s a large group of magic people very good at that trick apparently! Thank you for pointing out the image that touched you 😊
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Reblogged this on Ineffably Ethereal.
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So beautiful!
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Thank you iridescentaurora, what a beautiful blog name you have! 😊
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Thank you!
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I’ve read two and you seem very much in the now, very detailed in what you write which is great because I am such a space cadet, and then it always leaves me hanging as it should, thanks.
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Thank you David for your comment, so glad to read it! Poetry helps being in the now specially if conceived, or written, when moving…
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