Today I chased your shadow
I couldn’t see it mind you
But I could feel its presence
Here- deep in my heart
Yet, just out of my fingers reach
And hard as I tried to catch it
I lost it inside moon lit rays
That hastily escaped over the ocean
It rained, I just couldn’t see it fall
I felt small, powerless- and all alone
It was like losing you…all over again
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Poet of the Light © 2020
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Whispers of a poet's heart 
A) You are a fabulous poet.
B) Loosing or Losing?
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Maybe but a poor proof reader as of late. Thank you.
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Wow, you have a way with words…this is beautiful 😌🌷
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Thank you very much.
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You are most welcome 🦋
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That ending is truly touching. Great poem!
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Thank you, glad you think so.
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Very nice. Just heart-wrenching! I loved it… 🙂 Be well. Be safe.
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Thank you a d I hope to be.
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