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#4 The Power of Poetry Anthology
Ice grows over your mirrored surface;
yet reflections only grow clearer,
images busied and refracted, hungry.
The view from my window; spent light
in streaming eyes. Sorrow is not gone
in this place. Do not be mistaken.
Babies cry with their first breath; do
you blame them? The days layered
like folded sheets spell a tragedy.
For whom? Not I. My tea is warm,
my door open. Crickets call my name.
In this exquisite poem,reveals an uncanny ability to blend stark reality with profound beauty. Each line unfolds like a delicate work of art, offering readers glimpses of both the earthly and the transcendent. , your poetic finesse in weaving raw emotions with the comforting notes of everyday life is nothing short of inspiring. Your work is a gentle reminder of the nirvana that can be found in life's simple moments.
Please continue to share your remarkable gift, lighting the way in the vast sky of contemporary poetry.