
The light twinkles
In a reflection
Of all the things I have been and want to be
It’s lonely looking out the door
Once you’ve decided to leave
Walking over the ashes
Of everything that stood in the way
Spitting and thrashing
Hating it all
Really hating it all
Pounding
Always in the same spot
Leaving small
Raindrops or snowflakes
Twinkling
In the reflection
Of the last bit of light
The last bit of me
Excellent write, Doree.
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❤️ Thank you so much Jeff!
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You’re welcome, Doree! Always. ❤️
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Absolutely wonderful!! 🤗🌹💕💕
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Giada! ❤️ Thank you!
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🤗🌹🤗💕💕💕
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