Friday, September 18, 2015

Kindling Comments

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I burned them today, your letters to me,
I placed them in a pile in the garden
And set them a-flame - with one tiny match.
They burned quickly, paper white to cinder.
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Maria Justa Polotan
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Della Perry 20 September 2015

An ending so you can start anew x loved it, I stood there in the smoke and ash and put my hand on your shoulder in support of a strong woman. Loved it x

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Maria Justa Polotan 21 September 2015

Tears are sometimes seen as a sign of weakness, maybe so, but I find that they cleanse one's soul so that one can start over again. Thank you for the lovely comment.

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Neran Sati 20 September 2015

Yeah.. I felt like being that flame and wachin it aside.. beautifull!

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Maria Justa Polotan 21 September 2015

Many thanks!

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Amol Ichalkaranje 19 September 2015

The ending was awesome. I liked your poem.

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Maria Justa Polotan 19 September 2015

Thank you for liking it.

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Maria Justa Polotan 19 September 2015

Thank you.

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