“FOR THE LOST”
In fog’s night,
there’s a shimmer.
A hint of hearth and home.
A muted invitation
to one who walks alone.
Far away from native shore
and succor of the soul.
Harbouring a longing for
the things that make us whole.
Fishing for remembrances
of paintings in the mind,
but finding only semblances
in images unkind.
And now they come, in elder times,
these showings of a land.
So often gleaned from ancient rhymes
that lead us by the hand.
As if to say this life of yours
is wanting for its bed,
so be untroubled, free of chores,
and rest your weary head.
Aremyfeetofftheground 
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Oh geez, thanks so much!
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This is beautiful!😊 ❤️
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This is beautiful piece. It exudes heartfelt feelings.
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Thank you, Eugenia.
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My pleasure!
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A lovely write!
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thank you
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😊
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Wow! Really loved this warm and wonderful piece on your theme!!! Really loved these lines – “Fishing for remembrances
of paintings in the mind,”
A beautifully penned piece, My Friend!!! Bravo!!!
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Thank you so much.
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I can’t name the feelings that this piece brings forth. But I know them. I know them well.
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Thank you, Gael.
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That was amazing. So poignantly put together, to be sentimental but not sappy. I loved it.
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Thanks so much!
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What a sad and lovely piece x
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Thank you
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Nice.
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