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how
the light
this time of the day
warms my brittle 
soul small
& grey

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  1. Kathe W.April 19, 2015 at 10:11 AM

    nice take on this image! Have a great day!

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  2. UnknownApril 19, 2015 at 10:57 AM

    Beautiful! I love short poetry that packs a sweet punch like this. :-)

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  3. NatašekApril 19, 2015 at 12:14 PM

    light can have such an effect on how we feel.

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  4. Sanaa RizviApril 19, 2015 at 1:11 PM

    This is so beautiful..... Love the picture..
    Its so effectively portraying your thoughts :)
    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  5. Sherry Blue SkyApril 19, 2015 at 1:22 PM

    I love the varying hues of the light. Loved this senryu.

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  6. AnonymousApril 19, 2015 at 2:07 PM

    Short and very poetic indeed! Wonderful write!

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  7. ZQApril 19, 2015 at 2:09 PM

    This was very nice... like the picture!
    ZQ

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  8. brudbergApril 19, 2015 at 2:15 PM

    Love the write.. Somehow the grey has a way of working itself inwards.

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  9. BerowneApril 19, 2015 at 2:40 PM

    A soul with 50 shades of grey...

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  10. KayApril 19, 2015 at 4:40 PM

    Excellent!

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  11. KayApril 19, 2015 at 4:40 PM

    Excellent!

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  12. Donna@LivingFromHappinessApril 19, 2015 at 5:16 PM

    What the light can do for us....wonderful!

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  13. GailApril 19, 2015 at 5:18 PM

    What a beautiful poem!

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  14. MaryApril 19, 2015 at 5:23 PM

    Thank goodness for that bit of light. Sometimes a bit of light is all that is needed.

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  15. JinksyApril 19, 2015 at 5:35 PM

    A poignant poem...

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  16. AnonymousApril 19, 2015 at 5:58 PM

    Lovely.

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  17. totomaiApril 20, 2015 at 7:35 AM

    powerful image by the way.

    the poem really tells a story even with few words. not all are kept in the dark :)

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  18. UnknownApril 20, 2015 at 7:43 AM

    Beautifully arranged, well done

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  19. Jae RoseApril 20, 2015 at 9:12 AM

    Any light however small which nourishes our soul can only be good

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  20. Gen Giggles April 20, 2015 at 5:57 PM

    Its a lonely poem, perhaps the sun will bring color.

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  21. C.C.April 21, 2015 at 12:54 AM

    The title is perfectly chosen for the words that so effectively portray that meaning. Loved this.

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  22. 21 WitsApril 21, 2015 at 5:16 PM

    Pleasantly charmed!

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  23. HelenaApril 23, 2015 at 1:39 PM

    Sometimes grey is a comforting colour!

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