Funny how
the fog appeared,
from nothing,
a haze
that revealed itself
as night fell,
two gradients,
both with a soft affect,
dark streets not as hard
floating under mist,
the helipad guide lights
dreamlike candy-colored orbs–
although it could be
that I am so tired
that I love everything,
indiscriminately,
just for being.
It’s a strange response–
or strange reaction,
or repercussion,
or compensation,
or reciprocation–
That. That’s probably
most apt.
OPTIONAL POETRY 
Your poetry is pretty good, not too flamboyant use of language, sometimes much is not so good, you are using a fairly simple language and you do poetry without being too cheesy
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I am glad you like it!
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I really love your writing…!
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Thank yoU!
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Nice pen.
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So nice. “so tired that I love everything indiscriminately, just for being.” Perfect! And I love, love, love the repetition of end sounds in stanzas ten and eleven. The last stanza is so powerful in its simplicity and wording. Thank you.
Sally
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no doubt good poetry
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