needle always points
this way, not the other way
life, straight and simple
tapping glass facade
with a time-worn forefinger
for something has changed
north has gone astray
besotted with fragrant air
cherry blossom front
thread follows needle
pilgrims wander to the east
archipelago
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
unbolt me 
Beautiful poetry
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Thank you, Anand.
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The question, then, is whether the broken compass represents opportunity to create anew or a feeling of bewilderment. 😉
Thank you for this poem.
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I agree. And the opportunity angle is a much more welcoming one, I think. Thanks for reading! 😀
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My pleasure. 🙂
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Tony,
Ah, someone is off course, it sounds like. They lost their direction.
Thanks,
Gary
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Only to find it again at the end. Thank goodness! 😛
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T has got to be some sort of electromagnetic signals messing up your compass. I strongly suspect aliens or worse, NASA!
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(How did he know?) 😮
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