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    there are just
    places we can't touch
    sometimes
    this jeweled web
    of dazzling array
    moves like death
    over our eyes
    like burning smoke
    like blackened bones
    the tune hummed
    from the grass
    a specialty of light
    to traipse across
    the garden walls
    scaling us
    like a ladder to rise
    beyond our thoughts
    taking us higher
    like the plants
    like the grass
    and as the water
    falls and collects
    this is the last
    word of the light's
    dropping through doors
    hanging reflections
    in the puddles
    and in the mirror
    there are just
    places we can't touch
    sometimes
    and we're so jealous

    a bunch of sharp
    broken crystals

  • #2
    I am jealous, this is incredible!! Thank you

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    • amenOra
      amenOra commented
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      Haha Jealous is a word I've been using more, perhaps I should think about why! Glad it connected with you, I was pleased with it, too Thank YOU! And Enjoy the poetry currents--

  • #3
    This creates wonderful visuals!

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    • #4
      I take it we’re searching for what’s behind the mirror.

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      • #5
        I could tell you like this one as it’s very visual and takes us and winds us through the journey and emotions of all the places we can’t touch. Very well done amenOra!!’

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