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by Maple Tree Feb 22, 2023
I’m completely overcome with elderly wind chimes.
As fingers intertwined with silver silk and leaves from a dying tree,
Flipping pages from a 1970’s newspaper,
Overcome with fear, for my birth announcement has abandoned
Yellowing pages of ink,
I’m not accustomed to finding truths
About my inner soul,
But here I am searching-
Writing again about thoughts
As if it will make me younger again,
But as I stumble to create something worthy
I know in my heart,
I won’t be writing for long;
And I’m at peace with that-I just wonder if I’ve said all I needed to say…..
This is outstanding poetry!!! Your closing stanza touched me deeply..
You should never stop writing my friend! You need to share this beauty with the world...
Who said writing doesnt make you any younger? It makes you anything you want!
You’re just a little rusty :p it still great though you still got it!!!
Andrea :) Beautiful words. I was reading through your poems a few days ago. Always artistically wise and visionary <3 Be blessed
Andrea, how I've missed your words. This is dripping with such sadness, and I hope all is well for you. There is so much you have to say, I know, your words are always so relatable and I can feel your soul in these. Love, x
It’s nice to see you back and writing. Welcome back.
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