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My footsteps, impressions, a story in rhyme
Water below me, frozen in time
Mirrored reflections, covered in snow
Over the bridge, back home I shall go
Where winter has left its mark on my soul
Dusted, with memories, from my evening stroll
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
That’s just beautiful!
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Thank you! 🙂
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so welcome! 🙂
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Excellent!
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Thank you 🙂
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What an analogy to life. Amazingly written, Dorinda… and the picture is beautiful!
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Thank you, Erika!! ❤ 🙂
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💖💖
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Winters are chilly and so are memories sometimes. I hope it reaches you this time
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Got it, and yes, they certainly can be. Thank you, again 🙂
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How beautiful this poem is. Frame it, hang it on the wall and that is where winter belongs behind glass so it can’t escape. Not a fan of winter but you have captured the season with such images to the mind.
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Thank you so very much, Joseph! I wish we could keep it behind the glass!! ❤
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🙂
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Epic 🙂 Loved every bit of it
“My footsteps, impressions, a story in rhyme
Water below me, frozen in time”
This took my mind for a trip lol
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And I can see you lol’d on your trip, too. That’s my “Dante” 😉 Thank you, Michael!!
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So lovely!
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Thank you very much, Nathalie!! 🙂
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Beautiful!
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Thank you very much, Kunal! 🙂
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Very nice 🙂
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Thank you very much, Richard! 🙂
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Welcome 🙂
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