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She dreamed, her visions, vivid, true
Lost in moments, oft misconstrued
Painting, she welcomed her own world
The images danced, as colors swirled
She knew not what she would dream next
Which always left her quite perplexed
No, it didn’t matter, she minded herself
Wistfully, they gathered dust on the shelf
Her visions, of days, now gone awry
She still continued, though not knowing why
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you 🙂
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The loneliness of artists and poets ☺❤
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We’re so misunderstood 😦 ❤
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It’s our curse! How’s your daughter?
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yes, it is. Not good. Meds are making her sick, she’s miserable 😦 thank you for asking ❤
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I’m sorry she’s having such a hard time 😢 Glad she has a great Mom to take care of her ☺
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Thank you. She’s a terrific kid, it kills me to see her like this.
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Reblogged this on The Militant Negro™.
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Thank you, my friend! ❤
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Reblogged this on mihranpianoblog and commented:
Glad to re-blog this instrumental and magical post!!!
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Thank you for sharing! 🙂
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Lovely imagery to go with poetry. Beautiful. 🙂
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Thank you very much, Beckie! ❤
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wow – there are no words for this magical introduction!!
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Thank you very much 🙂
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