I turn around and see your face in the words on my page. The ink twists until your name forms, wet upon the page.
How long will I be stuck, caught by your web, spinning my words from your silk? When will I step free to write without your hand upon mine, directing the lines?
When will I be able to turn to you and smile. Look you in the eye. With the threads you have spun on the floor around my feet?
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You always write beautifully – with the ear I suspect, because it’s music!
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Thank you so much! Sometimes I do close my eyes and imagine with more than just my fingers.
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Very nice, always a pleasure to read your work Christine. Thank you. Peace.
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Thank you! Always glad to hear that you enjoy my posts!
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wow. this is beautiful. I could really relate to it
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Thank you!
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beautiful work and simply love it…
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Thank you! I’m glad you enjoyed it 😀
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An evocative poem, nicely done. Thanks for stopping by my blog.
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Thank you! Cheers!
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Lovely!
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Thank you!
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