Poetry, musings, images, visual art, reflections on love and life.
Rising up from a place
not seen, heard or loved.
A real melting in the dark,
in the falling rain ☔
Falling.
Never seen again.
Oh no.
© Karen Joyce
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“Bells” We were like magnets, Pulled together by one pole, Flung apart by the other. Somehow returning, turning Together. -KJM
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