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Like her, I thought fear would disappear when I wrote- Scraps of life sparked alight, Bright red flight, pretty prayer papers heat lifted high in secret night. Knowing no doubt they would deal living death more frightful than buried thoughts... My mind thinks in poems already burnt, drifting ash- faced grey mortal whisps- brought down to earth. Fear's urn awaits... 19/09/2017.

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Date: 9/19/2017 4:42:00 PM
My mind thinks in poems already burnt, now that is a deep and dark line.. A great introspective poem.. Let fear's urn wait and avoid it..
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Date: 9/19/2017 6:05:00 PM
I will always be grateful for your comments and visits to my poems, Silent One...Fear is the death of self expression, I'm working on it...thank youfor encouragement much needed! ( And your latest poem is very beautiful!)