What lies behind closed doors What lurks out of the window The truth left to be told in between; * Here it comes, the hardest time of day slowly, grievous the sun goes down What a painful sight to engulf our eyes Now blind as well we hear it clear from the depth I hear it breaks
Vall.Grey poetry 
You’ve made a moment of quiet heartbreak deeply sensual… bottomless in its quiet beauty.
You’ve given it a voice that taunts the challenge of standing there.
Brave.
Necessary, resonant, relevant…
and brave.
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Thank you so much again for your kind words!!! ❤
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Another amazing poem….”from the depth…I hear it breaks”….this line is sitting deep in me.
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Thank you dear friend!! ❤ ❤
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You’re very welcome, my friend ❤️
Thank you for letting me share your poem…here’s the link : https://navinspoetry.com/am-i-the-only-one/
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Bravo! Love this line – “The truth left to be told in between”
Sometimes the “truth” is elusive and there are often many ideas of what that is.
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I totally agree with you! Thank you for your kind comment Michele!! ❤ ❤
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