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Turning Away

 Sharing with The Sunday Muse #250. Maybe.


where the pollen falls
i have been in love
where the bees danced
i have been in love
where the thunder footfalls
i have been in love
where the steel has sung
i have been in love
violence has romanced my love away
what kiss will wake the city now? 









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  1. JimMarch 12, 2023 at 8:44 PM

    Maybe try being in an airplane? A fun little write, it brought a smile here.
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    1. JimMarch 12, 2023 at 8:46 PM

      http://jimmiehov6.blogspot.com/2023/03/the-egg-vs-apple-poem-for-sunday-muse.html
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    2. C. SandlinMarch 13, 2023 at 7:00 AM

      Thanks for the link! I was having a bit of a challenge with them yesterday. And planes are right out for me--claustrophobia. :)

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  2. Carrie Van HornMarch 13, 2023 at 7:54 AM

    Oh Chrissa! This is both magical and sobering all in one! A brilliant and beautiful poem my friend!

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