Monday, April 30, 2018

The Lost Hours Comments

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Like a shadowy ghost from a forgotten past,
joy, passes me by.
Touching my shoulder to acknowledge its fragile existence..
Just barely…Then it's gone.
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Lodigiana Poetess
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Naila Rais 01 May 2018

A great write.... Keep it up.... I would like you read my poem In the mid of the night depression you are killing me too... Naila

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Thank you Naila, I will certainly read your poem. Lodigiana

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Robert Murray Smith 30 April 2018

Out of melancholy comes a new day.+++10

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Lodigiana Poetess 30 April 2018

There is certainly an empirical truth in what you say Robert...thankfully. Many thanks for your kind words. Lodigiana x

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