For me there’re these times
When perchance does knock
But I’ve fallen empty in spirit
From the deafening silence
Her acute absence…has left
Poet of the Light © 2018
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Poet of the Light
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I'm just a poet, sharing on my blog site with those I hope become lifelong friends. I tend to approach everyone a friend, until they demonstrate something different. I enjoy creative exchanges with others of the like minds. Thank you for reading, commenting and your visit. I appreciate all the feedback (good or bad) you care to offer. Feel free to reach out by email for private exchanges. View all posts by Poet of the Light
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