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one day
you will find me
again
far from this time
and its treasured
things

2015-Rene

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  1. Your work always makes me feel, even when I don't want to. That is what poetry should do.

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    1. Thank you for telling me, Tessa, this means so much :)

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  2. Volumes here in these few lines, Rene.

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  3. I agree with Other Mary: there's a lot in these few - but exquisite and evocative - transcendent lines. Lovely words!

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  4. This is a very intriguing poem......makes one wish for more, which is the sign of a good poem!!!!

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  5. Such beauty in this brevity :-)

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  6. Lovely! You make me believe in the story you tell.

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  7. Reminds me of the Clannad song from "last of the mohicans "- i will find you ..

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  8. This poem speaks such volumes in such few words! Its amazing :D

    Lots of love,
    Sanaa

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  9. Yes...less is more..this piece is packed with intensity and leaves me with lots of questions - which is always good

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  10. Your specialty ~~ spare, chock full of meaning. Beautiful write!

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  11. Time can make a difference in the people we know.

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  12. I love brevity and you're a master at it.

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  13. "treasured things" - this was one of them.

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