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It is that time in life
When we are no longer agile
We bend, merely to break
That time, when we fight, only
To fall apart, back into the earth
Splintered pieces of who we were
Fractured figures, once grand in stature
Lying silently, among the moss and dirt
Writing Prompt – Fractured Figures – Day 26/30
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This is lovely and really speaks to me.
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Thank you very much ❤
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I love this poem it is exactly how I feel!!
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I think we all do when we hit a certain point in our lives. Thanks, Diane 🙂
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now that I like muchly
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Thank you very much, Michael! 🙂
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Lovely ☺☺
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Thank you! 🙂
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I Enjoy reading what you write.
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Thank you, again, very much! 😊
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☺
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Sad but true 😢
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Eventually, I suppose…but we persevere! ❤
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Reblogged this on All About Writing and more.
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Thank you, Henrietta!! ❤
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