Sprinkled thoughts and sleepless nights
Tossing dreams that roll with words unkind
Hearts and hopes furiously left undone, once escaped, forever gone
Such curiously fragile those pressed memories we carry in our minds
What was real and what was not?
Inconsequential stories of the breath of love and when it is lost
~Alisa Hutton
Love your poetry, always look forward to reading it when I see one posted.
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Thank you, so kind 🙂 Time has been limited this past while so not able to get on here as often as I would like unfortunately!
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Alisa, nicely done. I have missed your words. I love the phrase “curiously fragile.” Keith
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Thanks, Keith. I have been swallowed by work and parenting these days! I wish I had more time to write:) I try to get to it when I can. I hope you are doing well. I miss my WP family!
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Lovely write.
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Thank you, Neha.
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My pleasure 🙂
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