The pull of the day,
of the years,
of everyone’s needs
leaves shadows
and cavities
from ebb’s
never-ending
taking,
but the sun’s
reflection
warms me
in oranges,
and the glow
stays.
The light
one way
or another
will
illuminate,
independent of
ever reaching
that haunted,
hollowed
space.
Poem and images ©LauraDenise
Laura Denise 
Beautiful poetry
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Delighted you thought so 💕
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I feel it.
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❤️
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“The light
one way
or another
will
illuminate”
Beautiful. I could feel the pull and the light. 💛🧡
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