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Saoirse

Saoirse Saoirse have I named her that other one of me who floats just outside this poor realty. her eyes are bright filled with a light far beyond my ken yet all I have been warned about she sees. mind quick silver shapes thought from dream and frees it for infinity too filter through the clouded mind below in the waiting room of earth longing and fear entwine rabid lovers feast on the unsurity of a well groomed life I pray to her though she is me in words that make no sound but, “only if”.

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John Fleming

Date: 5/29/2018 2:52:00 AM

"Free born princess". I thought I recognized the word. Thought-provoking poetry. All my warmest wishes, Patricia...as always. :) john

Jannie Breedt

Date: 4/21/2018 2:05:00 PM

Where is my Patricia? I am worried here. You SO opened my eyes on my Highveld Storm. Although I am inundated with work,I need.to know that youre out there somewhere. Its almost spring there while.we are entering the Fall. Im not sure where to write you on inbox , so I came here. Talk to me. Love Jannie

Jannie Breedt

Date: 3/17/2018 1:21:00 AM

Hi Particia, the musings of a lovely mind. I am thrilled with this write. Its craft and its beauty. I am so glad to find you are here. I have also not been on Soup having writers block but although my muse comes back, I am overloaded with work and had little time to go on Soup. Love Jannie