Looking out at the east of the river,
the roaring blue waves approaching,
I sensed the depth of the sun’s golden heat narrowing down in the sheer coldness of the morning. The taste of times in stillness. The waves beating out the salt of ocean. Slapping the bank with the tide.
The void of loneliness, is there. The unwanted worries are there. Opened wounds are there- carried in the emptiness of the morning.
The moon and sun are met together, one saying hello and another replied “so long.” “Until next time. Til we are met together- side by side”
A silver of light peeks through.
One sliver light after the another.
Turning tables of the morning
human souls ablaze
tipping hats in kindness
kicking the ache of the soul,
satisfying goodness,
with nourishment, softened by each tip,
then a human-smile, is born in gold.
kindness. sis Krissy
A Poet's Vision 
So love this!
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thank you so much, windsofchange18
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Your welcome🙂
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Lovely! (What you did with “sliver” and “silver” — genius!)
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thank you Lori, Happy Sunday to you
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I love when you mix prose and poetry to create a depth of texture that takes me to where you are.
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thank you, my friend, Maren:-)
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Beautiful
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thank you
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Very nice, talented writing.
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thanks so much for stopping by and saying that 🙂
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I just love this!!!!!
It is beautiful ~
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