
What Remained They tip toe through my dreams Rain soaked, looking angry After tossing and turning Noticing small details Suddenly, the penny dropped Like lightning flashing Understanding their loss Counting sheep backwards to wake Energy loss wandering through my mind Nothing made sense, The terror we made… ©AnitaDawes2022
A powerful poem, Anita. Your work continues to get better and better. ❤
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Thank you so much, Diana…
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Sending hugs… ❤️
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Really appreciated, Steve…
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Very startling! Thanks for sharing, and have a beautiful weekend! xx Michael
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Thank you, Michael…
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