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Tears flow like water
Pouring over rapids
Rough and raging
Briefly slowing until
They hit the rocks again
Determined to wear down
All that lies beneath
Like a cascading waterfall
Tumbling down into despair
They disappear….
Merely a drop
In the sea of sorrow
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This is a gorgeous piece, Dorinda!
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Thank you so very much, Susi! ❤
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You’re very welcome 😘
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Wonderful poem, My Dear!!
xoxo 💖✨😊
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Thank you very much, Chuck!
xoxoxo
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Always happy to share your posts, Dorinda! Hope you are doing well????
xoxoxo 💖🌹✨😊
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Every day is better than the one before. 🙂
xoxoxo
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Nicely written, 😔
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Thank you, Jude.
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Beautiful and heartfelt Dorinda.. I know that things have been tough but so pleased they are getting better.. ♥
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Thank you very much, Sally. One day at a time! ❤
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This is a very sad poem, Dorinda. Beautifully written.
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Thank you, Robbie. It’s been a rough time here but things are looking up!! 🙂
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Yes, I gathered that was the case.
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Hopefully, more up;lifting and light poetry will follow.
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Simple yet so heart touching. Sometimes it’s amazing how some words which might not be big or new feel so relatable while some flowery language doesn’t fit in our brain.
Beautiful !
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Thank you very much! I’m not into “flowery”, I’m just me. 😉 ❤
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That’s the most difficult thing in this 21st century,
To be real and vulnerable
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I agree, but I’ve come to realize, it’s the only way I can be. Emotions are who we are. We should be able to release them without fear. 🙂
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Being vulnerable doesn’t mean we are weak. It means we are much strong to accept our scars make them blossom like flowers.
Much power to you Lady!
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Thank you! ❤
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