Sunday, December 12, 2021

Senses


 A short life

Timed and cursed 

Carries the debts of needs.

Shivering existence 

Wails in winters

Searching warmth 

In invisible arms.


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8 comments:

  1. robkistnerDecember 12, 2021 at 6:07 PM

    Warmth and comfort where it can be found Sunita.

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  2. Carrie Van HornDecember 12, 2021 at 7:00 PM

    The search for warmth...yes! A true story indeed. This is beautiful Sunita!

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  3. Sherry Blue SkyDecember 12, 2021 at 7:09 PM

    "Searching warmth in invisible arms" - I think many of us can relate to those lines.

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  4. HelenDecember 13, 2021 at 4:50 AM

    Love the depth and philosophical direction you took ~~~

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  5. Marion HortonDecember 13, 2021 at 7:58 AM

    Such a sad image, thoughtfully and poignantly written.

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  6. TruedessaDecember 13, 2021 at 5:24 PM

    Take comfort where you can...

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  7. C. SandlinDecember 13, 2021 at 8:17 PM

    Eerie and resonant.

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  8. purplepeninportland.comDecember 15, 2021 at 6:03 PM

    "searching warmth in invisible arms" - gorgeous!

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