sculpting the imagination
we could not mingle,
and be known,
for she was darkness,
Nice poem, and very true what you say about inspiration!
thank you for the kind words…indeed the muse of inspiration beckons –
to touch or not to touch – sometimes this war can leave many wounds…
Your poem reaches very close to my existence although I’d never admit it publicly. For so few lines, I’m astounded by the degree of emotion. Wonderful work.
thanks Beth, i take to heart your words, and i love and respect your work
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