Take one silken thread And then Let it free to touch And then With wings unseen, fly And then Unite the world in thought And then Take each other’s hand And then With touch, love springs And then Ghosts whisper of demons gone And then Old memories come knocking And then The silken thread is broken And then You see change is fleeting And then New ideas keep breathing And then You start again ©AnitaDawes2022
And then…
Beautifully written, a matrix ❤
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Thank you so much… Anita was inspired with that one! Jaye
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Thank you so much!
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This is a lovely poem, Anita.
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Thanks John… 🙏🏻
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Reblogged this on NEW BLOG HERE >> https:/BOOKS.ESLARN-NET.DE.
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Beautiful poem, Anita. I love the repeats and the coming full circle. 🙂 ❤
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We thank you, Diana…
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This has a rhythm like breathing.
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I wonder if that’s what she had in mind?
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It seemed likely to me.
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It’s a miracle she can write anything at the moment…
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A complete circle. Wonderful poem, Anita!
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Glad you liked it, Jan…
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