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I can hear her calling, in the night
A whisper, softly spoken to me
She always appears, when there is no light
It’s the only way, to make me see
Her ethereal presence, in my home
Though I know not, from where, she comes
Just a subtle breeze, whenever she roams
She always knows, when I’m feeling glum
Her sweet voice, floating in the air
She is my comfort, when I am withdrawn
Her spirit lingers, in a silent prayer
As she disappears, with the wake of dawn
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Night Owl Poetry - Dorinda Duclos 
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Thank you for sharing 🙂
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Beautiful ☺❤
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Thank you ❤
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My pleasure ❤☺
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I love this line: “She always appears, when there is no light
It’s the only way, to make me see.” Put into another poem, it could be hair standing on your arms creepy. Here, it is like a gentle consolation. 🙂
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This is the softer side of me. I don’t go there often. Thank you 🙂
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You’re totally welcome! 😀
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Beautiful!
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Thank you, KaylaAnn! 🙂
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So beautiful Dorinda!
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Thank you very much, Mita! 🙂
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Thank you, dear friend ❤
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You’re welcome Mon Amie.
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How Beautiful made me think of my Nanny’s spirit Phyllis Gertrude Higman was her name. ❤🌹
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Yay! Beautiful memories ❤ Thank you!
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Very Beautiful memories. ❤🌹☺
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