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just before
I breathed in I was
breathing out
I run to this
place to be with you
you seem aloof
to life or to give
anything out afraid
even to receive
I play with the birds
trills as people rush
home from work
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This poem is part of the collection California Notebooks 02
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Good morning. I found your wonderful poem intriguing. As I read on, I could relate to being afraid to receive. Gifts are wonderful but sometimes they are binding. It depends on how they are given. Cheers, and thanks for the thoughts.
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So true! Thank you for your communication, it’s well received. Happy this poem touched you, have a wonderful day.
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Trills to you!
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Bravissimo. Mi Piace. Grazie per aver visitato il mio blog.
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Prego!
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Lovely poem.
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Lovely 😊
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Thank you ☺️
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Beautiful poem Anna
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Happy you like it Ashok, it was the realization of a sad truth…
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