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Missing you....Blank Verse sonnet And still the words are fleeing from my hands. Infrequently they surface, like swimmers coming up for air, but all too quickly they retreat to depths unseen, reluctant like unwilling children, to answer calls. I miss those words, as constant companions of most waking hours and often my dreams. Yet words already written, not my own, evade me in a similar way, play tricks with concentration, offer dead-end streets. I miss you, words, I miss your company and comfort on those days that I feel low; without you it is hard to clear my head- problems and misgivings imprison me. |
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