oh how I wish for some distraction
from the loneliness of my heart…
but all the pretty flowers have been plucked
and the baby birds fell from the nest
into the mulch
and all that was glorious about the sun
leaves my skin burned and aching…
so within the cold void I linger now
waiting for my secrets to bubble up
because nothing stays hidden forever
when the quiet has silenced all else
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the SIBYL'S SONG 
Wow! Amazing eulogy of lost love and heartache
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🙏🙏 thank you
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No thanks for sharing
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There is something so deep in your words. Though all seems to be changing or lost, there is a sense of inward emptiness, the perfect place for depth of spirit. Just beautiful. ❤
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Thank you so much for your kind words. 💕💫
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Well done. Love the section about all that was glorious about the sun.
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Thank you 🙏
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