Friday, September 8, 2017

A Wailing Echo Comments

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When all alone I imagine a field out in the open
You and I casting stones in a pond where
Roam fireflies like drones circling
Like stars winking, agreeing
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Doris Cornago
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Doris Cornago 08 September 2017

Robert, tell me how to end this poem. It's not symmetrical - yet.

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Doris Cornago 08 September 2017

Maybe I have a hero complex for saving a business empire from sudden demse, while the boss goes gallivanting. I m actually just an office fixture, stricken by hopeless megalomania. Be careful, my friends.: -)

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