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A rose reflects, time passes by
Seconds tick, with no reason why
Midnight approaches, stands still and then
Begins its same path, over again
When petals wilt, the memories, forlorn
My lonely heart bleeds, cut by a thorn
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
Super metaphor…..’Time bleeds’….. 😉 Hugs! ❤
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Thank you very much!! Hugs! ❤
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Beautiful
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Thank you, Drew 🙂
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I read a lot of poetry today from different blogs. This post was my favorite of the day. Be well.
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Wow, that just made my day! Thank you, again 🙂
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The pain of waiting… and waiting…
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Not so much the waiting, as the understanding of being forgotten…
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Oh well, right. Actually I meant that waiting and seeing that it won’t end….But you said it much better now!
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Thank you! I suppose it could have several different meanings, depending on your perspective 🙂
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As I perceive your writing it always leaves enough room for the reader to go into their own section in your direction …I hope that makes senses…. lol
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Yes, it makes perfect sense. Thank you for saying so!! 🙂 ❤
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😁😁
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Beautifully written 👌👌
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Thank you very much 🙂
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