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perhaps I live eternally
beyond the world’s borders
without realizing
those limits useless talks
and mean chit-chats
laid out as spider webs
perhaps I fly protected
in the blinding light
and at night I cry
cause I did not grasp it
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This poem is part of the newly published collection California Notebooks 02
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annamosca 
That’s quite a spiritual poem, Anna. Thank you for sharing your great talent
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Indeed it is, thank you Cornelia for your feedback. happy you like it!
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Nice Poem love it 💐👌
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Happy you do! thank you Vishaldutia 😊
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I recognise what you are talking about.
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Indeed it is, thank you Cornelia for your feedback. happy you like it!
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My name is Petru 🙂
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LOL my mistake Petru, I responded to someone else comment under YOUR comment, sorry 😊
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LOL! It happens!
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😊
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Thank you for sharing this poem. I had to read it several times to try and grasp your deep meaning.
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You are welcome. I do write seemingly easy poems that if read over and over open up, I’m glad you took the time!
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