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Oceans

Morning lays on the water as if still pillowed in a dream, then rises slowly into a gray, overcast day. You sit near the window in the gentle light, adrift on your thoughts taking you to I know not where. I sail mine over the rooms horizon, lost. Between us, whole oceans, until love sets the compass and we sail ourselves back home again.

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Date: 11/7/2023 9:26:00 AM
A beautiful, very reflective poem Paul so well penned. Love the title. I also love how you have compared deep, faraway thinking, thoughts, with that of an ocean. Very creative. The use of a compass to find your way back together again is so poignant and very clever. So enjoyed it. Thank you for sharing. Blessings to you :):)
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Paul Willason
Date: 11/8/2023 4:41:00 AM
Thankyou Christina for your detailed and thoughtful comments...a pleasure to receive. Such support is very much valued ....Paul
Date: 11/4/2023 5:58:00 AM
Paul, a beautiful poem, love the ending.
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Paul Willason
Date: 11/5/2023 1:03:00 PM
Thankyou Tania for reading the poem and commenting. Always valued, take care, Paul

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