Lost
In the imaginings
Of the black richocet
Flighty
And fragrant
Loose
And unwilling
To make the point
I’m listening
And looking
Caught in the most
Blurred state
Licking my wounds
And returning
Blithely
To all
The bouncing shadows
Reverb – July 24, 2020
Published
DoRee MelNic 
Hi Doree! How are you? What a beauty to read your beautiful poem, I missed you very much! ♥️
I send you a very big hug full of affection!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Hello! It is so nice to hear from you. Thank you for your kind words ❤️.
A much needed moment searching for a way to return to myself…
🤗
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😘♥️♥️♥️🤗
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Lick your wounds in the blinking of the wounded shadows
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Always ♥️
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Welcome back, Doree!
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Why, thank you. 🤗
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How nice to hear your voice again producing such beautiful sounds 🙏
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Your words have filled my heart, thank you ♥️
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And yours mine 🌺
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It’s : “classe”. No better word in English, I’ll stay with my French.
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Your language is beautiful ♥️, thank you.
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🙂 Thanks to you
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🤗
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I felt peace while reading it. So lovely, Doree! ☀😊
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I’m so glad you did 🤗❤️
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Gosh…..and wow. This is wonderful, Doree! Love it. Thank You!!! ❤️❤️❤️
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Thank you, Katy! I’m so glad you enjoyed it ❤️
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Absolutely my pleasure!!! 🤗❤️😊
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Your poem’s journey from the beginning (Lost) to the end (The bouncing shadows) offers a path of nenewal and hope.
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Glad to hear it 😊❤️
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