Loathe to return
from the sun-lit ledge
the valley below still
shadowed by peaks
and cutting across it
a dream of a lake
voiceless
for a while we didn’t
even speak just felt
the warmth of sun
the chill of wind
attuned and not attenuated
Emily’s right the soul
has its moments
bandaged escaped retaken–
all the way down
it felt like shackles
the hours closing in
again appallingly
close so terribly
still
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OPTIONAL POETRY 
I read this one out loud to myself. Wonderful.
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I got in depth of the poem while reading, it was a real journey
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It was a journey! I’m glad the poem spoke to you 🙂
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This is brilliant 🙂
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Thank you!
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Very nice. You give the reader credit to follow and that’s always good.
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so powerful, great line breaks.
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Thanks Shellie!
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Once again, I like what you have done.
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Thanks, moustress!
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