Cue the violins
Tugging hard on my heart’s strings;
Mournful strains of loss.

Ties that closely bind
My yearning soul to your own;
Ever tightening.

Invisible routes
Crossing ordinary lives
Connecting ley lines.
A trip through life with fingers crossed and eternal optimism.
Doing the best I can with what I have
kind of sad, but not so bad with cheese. cheese not provided.
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Poignant!
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Thank you!
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Nice poesy. Pray tell how you unearthed the word ley?
Lex I. Con
Glossary, Mississippi.
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I’m a reader. Ley lines are all the rage, you know, in tales of magick.
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This is beautiful I love how you connect the words. Thanks for this lovely poetry.
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Oh thank you!
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You’re welcome.
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