Dec4 Face To Face Posted on December 4, 2018 by anna mosca Standard * it comes up as water gushing out of a broken pipe the flood of tears when I sit face to face poetry meeting me . . . . Rate this:Share this:TwitterFacebookLinkedInTumblrEmailPrintPinterestWhatsAppSkypeLike this:Like Loading... Related
Are they tears of sadness or joy, or just tears that come with the appreciation of beauty? : ) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
When I face Poetry, especially after some times of distracted or forced distance (read the poem before, The Other People), that’s what I feel. So I guess all of what you listed 😀 LikeLiked by 1 person Reply ↓
annamosca 
Beautiful!
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Thank you Larry!
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Beautiful
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Thank you Vicki, a new one, connected to this one, is out today!
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Are they tears of sadness or joy, or just tears that come with the appreciation of beauty? : )
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When I face Poetry, especially after some times of distracted or forced distance (read the poem before, The Other People), that’s what I feel. So I guess all of what you listed 😀
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