Piano notes drift in the
rainy evening,
like sadness from a
clock.
You were the color
in my dreams.
The paint on my
canvas.
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Author:
Thomas W Case (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: June 6th, 2024 08:05
- Comment from author about the poem: https://booksie.chainletter.io/i/thomaswcase888 Link to my latest book.
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- Users favorite of this poem: Qurrathul Ain, Teddy.15
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Comments7
that hit the mark my friend.
most impressed.
Thank you, my good friend.
Good write T.
thank you.
Brevity becomes thee Thomas .. 🙂
Thanks, brother.
This literally hurt my heart. What stunning poetry. 🌹
Too kind. Thank you, sweet Teddy.
May that artwork be full of beauty Thomas.
Andy
Thank you.
Love this, Thomas. Just perfectly captured.
Thank you, my friend.
I love the concept. I wanted one more line. A sort of payoff that that encapsulated all the benefits you mentioned. Something like
IT ENABLED ME TO REACH BEYOND
except better
Thank you, Bobby. Most appreciated.
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