if we stretched out rumpled sheets
sunlight opalescent shades shape
there on an open square
each step without a care
a wan smile through thundrin' pain
unrolls each flash, a stumblin' stain
moonlight polishes over every scrape
if we had struck out in utter defeat
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crypticbard (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: February 8th, 2026 06:19
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You catch the grit beneath the glow—pain and light tangled in the same breath.
Every stumble’s a story, and you let it shine without apology.
Sometimes it has o be released ven before apology can be a possible thought. Thanks so much, dear Thomas 🕊️🙏🏻
A lovely write that struck me right off in its similarity to one I was writing for tomorrow. So well woven meaning with words metaphor a tapestry here unfolds. A fave my friend
That’s excellent, Soren! 🙏🏻🕊️
Welcome
A subtle, affecting piece, arqios. Light and pain move together here, neither canceling the other out. The poem feels like walking on after impact…scarred, aware, and still present. Beautifully held, my dear friend. 🌹🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Live to tell the tale, time🙏🏻🕊️
Indeed.
Good write A. Probably too cryptic for my - now 4 - brain cells. Ooh! one extra now. lol.
Now, now… O now, brown cow🙏🏻🕊️
Those scrapes become invisible in time Rik.
Andy
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