I don’t have your colours
all my words
what I have to bring to life
what you paint over my sky
is it ever enough for you
to see my blues
and the red days
that go well past the horizon
because the story must be told
because the story must be told
I don’t have your colours
all my words
what I have to bring to life
what you paint over my sky
is it ever enough for you
to see my blues
and the red days
that go well past the horizon
Another excellent metaphor
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I appreciate that Derrick
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Great piece and a stunning photograph…
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thank you dearly
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This is Lovely!
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thanks :)
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Your writing frequently exudes an ache I can feel across the miles…
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maybe we are sisters from different mothers
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Sometimes I think so, and it seems there are a number of us. It’s nice to have a bunch of poetic sisters :)
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I’m grateful that everyone is writing it down. It feels as if I am less alone than I used to feel
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Yes, I know that feeling–we are NOT alone at all <3
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The colours in that sky!! They made me gasp.
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It never lets you down
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Exceptional
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thank you!
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Beautifully written.
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thank you dearly
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