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I heard a voice from a place of broken dreams
Where mirrors crack when looked at
A million images vanish into dust
Taking a part of you
you may not miss for years to come.
Yet like a puzzle that has a piece missing
You search for something that has no name
To fill that empty space that may never be filled
Until we return to the source from which we came…
©anitadawes 2020
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Profound and beautiful, Anita. I was so glad to see a poem from you. I hope you’re resting and feeling a little better. Thinking of you. <3
Anita thanks you so much, Diana… as do I…
A beautifully written sadness in this, so wistful
Thank you so much, Jude…
My pleasure 🌼
This is very good, Anita. Well done.
Thank you, Robbie…
I love that.
Thank you, Janet…
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