Falling Night January 16, 2022Chatter Master Tags: Falling, Fell, Night, Poetry, Recover, Rest, Sleep, Weary (c) Share this:EmailPrintTweetPocketWhatsAppLike this:Like Loading...
Landed softly on my weary self – I am going to think of these words to allow the gentleness of the night to reach me. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
Thank you Debra. I’ve always liked this piece. I wrote it a few years ago. LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
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It tends to sneak up on you!
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It very often does 🙂
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Softly and gently
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And so beautifully 🙂
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Landed softly on my weary self – I am going to think of these words to allow the gentleness of the night to reach me.
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It’s a wonderful feeling Infinite. Enjoy 🙂
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🙂
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I feel the weary at the end of each day, yes, well put, MBC.
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I think weariness at the end of a day is a very good thing.
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You beautifully captured the mystery, Colleen. ❤
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Thank you Debra. I’ve always liked this piece. I wrote it a few years ago.
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Good post
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Thank you 🙂
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