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Weeping willow

A sweet nickname from my aunties to me when I was child

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Willows are beautiful

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Loved that! Especially these lines got me... We are voices floating free.

We are ash and memory.

We are moments locked in time.

We are poems speaking rhymes.

What else is there to express but our lines (as poets) in the face of the immensity of the universe...

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Contrary to many opinions, I think universe hears our call, Reena, but we don’t always recognize its response

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I like the sound of that Paul! Thank you.

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Thank you, Reena.

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diving into the sea from a height, laughing. immortal as the young always are

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I read this poem aloud, and it felt like the heartbeat of humanity. I absolutely loved it.

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Thank you, Troy. I thought about posting an audio version but let the moment pass. Pleased you like!

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Wow I love this poem! Even the images speak to me, saying more than the words can say.

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Awesome! Something perfect about reading this on a raining Monday morning in early November. A bit melancholy, a bit joyous and liberating. Thanks for such an appropriate and and thoughtful way to start the week, Paul!

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Glad you like it, Rich-Thank you!

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Wow Paul. I felt this.

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I wanted it to have a kind of incantatory feeling, a chant for the four elements.

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well, you aced it

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Thank you, Alixandra.

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Beautiful, Paul.

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Thank you, Diane.

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Beautiful. This feels like a beautiful liturgy to me. 🌟

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Thanks for the restack, Kevin. Where did you find this one?

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