Tell me again about
Those things that glow
Just out of reach
Beyond touch
Unimaginable for
Someone like me
But according to you
Real, nonetheless
I like to believe
Although it’s possible
What I like most
Is listening to you
Watching your eyes
Mouth, expressions
Hands working
As you wax poetic
About all that glows
Or is meant to
In a world that seems
To know only darkness
The Stories In Between 
Bana tekrar anlat..
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Reminds me of the early days of my youngin’. His mind always clawing for adventure and stories.
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Kids have the best stories. If we take the time to listen.
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I’ve seen Pollyannas made fun of, but really they make great companions in dark times. I think your poem expresses that in the most excellent way.
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And that is why I keep a couple stashed in the basement for such an occasion.
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this is just fucking perfect. beautiful.
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You’re such a softy.
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you gotta play with it to wake it up, i told you this countless times
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Taint nobody gots no time for dat.
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🤣
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This is so lovely… to know someone like that is everything.
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Thank you very much, M.
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You’re most welcome, River.
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Thank god there are people like that who enter one’s life — but then they are gone, all too soon.
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It’s all fleeting. But I’m telling you Mich, one day we will finally understand.
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We will either see the light and reunite with lost loved ones — or be cast into darkness.
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Absolutely.
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👍👍
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Despite its loneliness, I found this soothing. Knowing that there may be someone who still believes in the light. Thank you, River.
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Those people are precious. Especially to cynical pricks like me.
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For me too 🙂
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Oh, my hope is you start the journey of believing. What a wonderful journey it is.
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Thank you, Phyllis. I am a believer!
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Hallelujah!
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It’s so good to read your awesome writing again!… I’ve managed to refrain from blah blahing in the comments on all the ones I’ve just read, as it’s late here. 😆
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Thank you, it’s good to see you around.
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That means a lot. Thank you
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You’re welcome.
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We could all do with someone like this, to help us escape through a flame of hope. Someone who tells it how it at least should be ‘In a world that seems to know only darkness’. Hold on to these people, whoever they may be, they’re a portal to a better place. Love this one, River.
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Thank you so much, Alli.
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We need more people like this in our lives, to create a little bubble for us to live optimistically in, even for a little while:-)
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For sure. Thanks for reading, Suzanne.
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People who carry the light are so needed.. The dark can be beautiful when the lights come on. It has meaning. Lovely poem.
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Thank you very much for reading and commenting.
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We have to find those things that glow–that bring us the light, in the darkness. Thanks for your poems, River!
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Thanks, I very much appreciate you reading.
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The power of others to enter our life and change our perception. I’ve had a precious few of those and they walk with me every day whether they know it or not. What really boggles the mind is I might well be that to someone else. Once you are taught to see something, you can’t unsee it. Gee, now I really hope I have been that to at least someone somewhere sometime. Nicely penned.
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Oh, and I know you are John the police officer who likes snow cones and either is very late or very early getting to six flags.
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I would hope you would remember me after all we’ve been through. Summer days are fleeting but cherry ice is forever.
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Thank you very much for reading and for your thoughts, Wyatt.
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We can create all kinds of wonderment in the small nuances of another. The gestures of another’s hands or the scheming done with restless friend. The movement of another’s eyes, all are magical. This is a beautiful piece my friend. 🦋
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Thank you very much!
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This is wonderful River. There is light somewhere if we just keep looking.
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Thank you, Leigha.
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You’re welcome.
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❤❤❤❤…. Lovely poem, Mr Dixon
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Thank you Monica.
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