Introverts don’t cry March 20, 2015Poemsanxiety, introverts, life, poem, poetryadus I am a door to a room of souvenirs ~ a creak deafens repose Share this:EmailLinkedInTwitterFacebookTumblrLike this:Like Loading... Related
I’m glad you thought so! Thank you very much. Hope you’re doing well! : ) LikeLiked by 1 person Reply
I am a doorI am a door
A Blind Bird 
one word: Wow!
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Thank you very much, my friend! ❤ 🙂
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Excellent – a powerful, emotive poem!
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I’m glad you thought so! Thank you very much.
Hope you’re doing well! : )
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I have to go with WOW, too–I’m nearly speechless, wish I’d written it.
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Wow! Thank you very much for thinking so! 🙂
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Most welcome.
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