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1.
winter came early
this year to me
and to so many
others counting
the dead ones
holding tight
to a thin opening
of breath whistling
almost in an out my
house old all of a sudden
2.
I do repeat I love you
to my self five times
at day more really
because it helps
my lungs relax
I feel larger
than life
simply
saying
to myself
I do love you
hold on tightly
3.
all shall pass one day
not today maybe
please not
today
.
.
.
annamosca 
I love this – very moving. Thank you 🙏
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Thank you dw, for taking the time to respond to it, it was a painful one to post 🌷
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I truly love your poem, Anna, it touches my heart.
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Oh, thank you for your feedback Cornelia, happy it does!
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Moving poem, Anna. Captures the sorrow of the times.
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Yes, it does, thank you V. J. 🌷
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Very Moving piece. A past plague displaced to the present ☹️
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Thank you for your comment zfwoman, I appreciate it.
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