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Very beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Yes, yes, yes: this is true, this poem. I wish it were not, but there is something that opens up in that pain –I think it is some kind of distance– that is really beautiful. “In this life, all our symphonies go unfinished”, Karl Rahner once said.
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What a beautiful quote, and true. It’s wonderful to have you visit with us, Gregory. I hope you’ve been well! 😀
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Love your work, both of you: I miss being on Unbolt more often, and am never better off or happier whenever life’s exigencies prevent me from visiting!
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As long as you’re staying well, my friend. That’s the best thing for sure! 😀
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This is. Incredible.
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Blush!
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So well written
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I really appreciate that, Ivan. Thank you so much! 🙂
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A gently goodbye. I enjoyed reading this although I found it seemly sad.
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Aw, thanks, James. It’s true. I do seem to write a fair bit of sad poetry at times. 😛
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Departure songs always bring difficultly of expression into our mythic waves. Now you must embark upon your own Anabasis. Good work, the heart is felt, the decision known, explore the depth of things felt until your goodbyes are all burnt up and the awakening new city town woods shoreline is upon you, upon you to find the gates opening to your own exploration conquered, boxes of the soul unpacked, powers of your heart beating, for it will come, it will be if truly you set sail, as such, upon new lands. Dig!
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Thank you so very much for your thoughtful words on this. I’m so glad you visited with us. I really appreciate what you had to say.
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I wish I could say I did not know what it means but alas! I DO know. Isn’t it the worst when stories you think will keep on writing themselves just….STOP. JUST LIKE THAT? Either due to a dent in heartbeats or in affection – EITHER WAY, IT’S HELL. *sighs*
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You speak truth, my friend. I can see that you completely get what this poem is saying. 🙂
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Beautiful 😍
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Aw, fanks.
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Nicely done, my friend…nicely done.
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Thank you, good sir.
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Exquisitely bittersweet.
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Thank you so much, Magarisa. I really appreciate your kind words!
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You’re welcome, Tony!
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