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MIDNIGHT HEALING

in the time it takes to blink sometimes I stop to think what powers lie beneath a sword outside its sheath its weight in gold of silence dangles in the balance vague stillness turns to ice within fool’s paradise its silence unfurls a cloak consoles heartbroken folk depths unforeseen sometimes serene at times chaotic even neurotic a shawl on shoulders worn a heart in pieces torn dark tears kept out of sight needs healing in the night to the blessed sounds of violin or sweet midnight mandolin AP: 2nd place 2020 Posted on February 21, 2020

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Date: 2/22/2020 10:22:00 PM
Your imagery was overtaken by the sounds of the violin and mandolin. But barely.
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Date: 2/23/2020 3:15:00 AM
Good, sounds like I wrapped it up the way I wanted then. Thanks, Caren.
Date: 2/22/2020 8:16:00 AM
What a beautiful poem.
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Date: 2/22/2020 8:27:00 AM
Thank you so much, Mark. Much appreciated.
Date: 2/22/2020 5:09:00 AM
Very nice...even magical
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Date: 2/22/2020 11:40:00 AM
Thank you so much, Arturo. Most appreciated.
Date: 2/22/2020 2:56:00 AM
Night healing a comfort needed at times. Enjoyed reading
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Date: 2/22/2020 7:38:00 AM
Thanks for your lovely visit and comment, Eve.