the reverberation of a hidden well…freed.
A persons value is always demonstrated
Sometimes that golden silence is stolen
In love, friendship or acquaintance care
I read between the lines you didn’t leave
And realized the message you intended
Purposely laid bare to me to silently see
Epitomizing everything you couldn’t share
Which seems to be, I’ve meant… nothing
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Poet of the Light © 2020
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well, this is sad 😦
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We all have sad days or periods from time to time. Thank you for reading and commenting.
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yeah – it wasn’t at all a criticism… just a poem that made me feel sad.
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Its fine, I understand and I didn’t take it as cold criticism.
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U always make it out to be ur the poor poor victim. What about the other party
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Now you’ve breached the threshold of being insulting as well as obtuse. What psychological issues do you interpret your misreadings with?
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Perhaps I seem obtuse to u as the way I have read ur poetry. But ur wording is a bit abstruse to me
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Most multilayer poetry is abstruse and yet inferable from many perspectives.
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