I was listening to your segment on words that shimmer and was so drawn in to the different ways poetry we respond to poetry. It made me realize how universal it is. I write my feelings in poetic form sometimes because it is just in me somewhere. here is one.Thanks for the good years
knocking silently on the door of coincidenceseeing you in the scent of a candle or the merging colorsyou make yourself known and rekindle the years of memories
Pressing on belief and flying on the wings of confluencewe can see each other again.Reaching out and pressing our palms on the membrane of time I can feel a glimpse of you.
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