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#Silent Sunday… #A Celebration of Autumn…
Image by vined mind from Pixabay Image by PixelAnarchy from Pixabay Image by Hans from Pixabay
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Too Close to the Sun… #Poetry
This amazing poem comes to you today fresh from Anita’s notepad… Enjoy! The fragments of my mind spin bumping into each other like a broken kaleidoscope The rainbow behind my eyes Swim in brilliant colour, thoughts illuminated by their brightness. Like arrows flying, sharpened by some unseen hand Their weight gathers, dragging me into dark…
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#Throwback Thursday… #Sweet Sound #Poetry
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Why Do We Dream?
I have never dreamed much, but when I do, most of the time they are the same dreams. Or are they nightmares? In my childhood, I often dreamed of trying to find my way through a mass of upright metal poles that are barring my way. I feel hopelessly lost and cannot find a way…
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#Silent Sunday… #A Celebration of Autumn…
Image by vined mind from Pixabay Image by PixelAnarchy from Pixabay Image by Hans from Pixabay
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Too Close to the Sun… #Poetry
This amazing poem comes to you today fresh from Anita’s notepad… Enjoy! The fragments of my mind spin bumping into each other like a broken kaleidoscope The rainbow behind my eyes Swim in brilliant colour, thoughts illuminated by their brightness. Like arrows flying, sharpened by some unseen hand Their weight gathers, dragging me into dark…
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#Throwback Thursday… #Sweet Sound #Poetry
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Why Do We Dream?
I have never dreamed much, but when I do, most of the time they are the same dreams. Or are they nightmares? In my childhood, I often dreamed of trying to find my way through a mass of upright metal poles that are barring my way. I feel hopelessly lost and cannot find a way…
Jaye Marie and Anita Dawes 