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I knew a spy

I knew a spy who told me her truths.
She told me her lies so I could never surmise where the line lies, the line of the spy. The words and the eyes. The live and the die. The strange life it must be, the life of a spy.

I knew a spy who lived life a lie. Gambled with fate as easy as choosing the food that she ate. And would look at the dark like it was light. Would stand in the rain to camouflage the tears from her eyes. To stand in the rain to wash away the pain. 

I knew a spy who would to me wink with her eye. Carrying a smile with long flowing hair and stylish in the clothes that she’d wear. But never a line did she cross. 
Her life was a line, a line as sharp as a knife.

I knew a spy,  I wonder where the sun shines on her smile. I wonder where the real person is free. What she gave to serve her country. I know she’s alive from the cards and messages I see with my eyes. But can she ever be free? I know that life wasn’t for me.

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Daniel Henry Rodgers Date: 3/26/2024 4:26:00 AM Dear Poet, this is a wonderful portrayal of the enigmatic life of a spy. You navigate the complexities of truth and deception with grace through vivid imagery and reflective narrative. I love how your verses evoke a sense of empathy for the hidden struggles endured behind the facade of espionage. The yearning for freedom and authenticity echoes long after the words fade. YP, your poem is an introspective exploration of the human experience, leaving readers pondering the sacrifices made in service to duty. Brilliantly penned. - Blessings, Daniel Login to Reply A Yorkshire Poet Date: 3/26/2024 1:55:00 PM Thanks for your lovely comments Daniel. Cheers.

Kim Rodrigues Date: 3/23/2024 4:54:00 PM Enjoyed reading! Login to Reply A Yorkshire Poet Date: 3/26/2024 1:56:00 PM Thanks Kim, I’m glad that you liked it. Cheers.

Candide Diderot Date: 3/23/2024 4:06:00 PM Cuttingly fine. I hear it's a way of life, spies and espionage - kind of like poetry, an addiction ... one is ever trying to free oneself from out of the shadows into the Sun. Login to Reply A Yorkshire Poet Date: 3/26/2024 1:58:00 PM Thanks Candide. You make some interesting points - spies and espionage - kind of like poetry. I like that. Cheers.