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Intrigueme

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I could have sworn we got married recently so how come our grandchild is 21?
 
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ciaran88

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This probably doesn't count as traditional love poetry, but it's something I wrote about depression, and wanting to be in love with the world
 

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For anyone who needs it, I'm pretty sure there is someone who thinks this of you. Have a nice evening.


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I used to have a firefly inside me,
a certain spark against the dark of night,
her wings translucent threads of hope and dreaming,
her glow as magical as soft starlight.
I knew she was a gift; I always knew.
There was no capture, no attempt to snare.
She simply was, and so we simply were.
Partners in joy, staunch allies in despair.

We carried sunshine as we walked through shadows,
found springtime in our hearts on wintry days.
She danced and floated, every gloom dispelling.
We were as one; and oh, I loved her ways.

But graceful wings of hope and dreams proved fragile.
Sharp words cut them away, blew out the spark.
She vanished in a flash of light extinguished,
left me to wander, broken, in the dark.

I used to have a firefly inside me,
a healing glow to warm my weary soul.
I bide my time, seek her in clouds and rainbows,
wish on bright stars, Come home and make me whole.
By: Susan Noyes Anderson
 
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