I feel shut off, locked in, separated
(dark alone perilous) .
The woods call with soft green tones,
the sky yearns above,
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Another gem from your metaphysical pen. Even when the black dog lurks in the corner, the soul is attracted to the light. Namaste. Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥
wow...this is great...then i ask myself do i actually write poetry? this speaks to me especially today when i am feeling blue...hope...there is hope...
As long as there is hope there is reason to go on... Hope speaks but it's often a 'whisper', so, we must listen or be drown out by the longings that must remain dreams. Excellent David. :)) .