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Âû (Gold)

Âû (Gold)

(After being diagnosed 3 weeks ago with Asperger's syndrome and feeling all my life like I don't fit in society,  I dedicate this to all my fellow Autistics.)

Where the sky kisses the ocean
Where the air and water collide
When its neither day nor night
but somewhat inbetween
the grey
the sublime
the echoes of silence
like butterflies at a cemetery, or
fireflies in an oceanic abyss
She's always out of place.
The last jigsaw piece that
never completed any picture;
a little untamed and impossible to read.
But, while others can only dream
of attaining her truth
and her wistful soul
she radiates light with every smile and
illuminates the world with gold.
 

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Ebrahim Alkadi

Dear Caron, 

I can see the light between your words, the Gold is one of that things not change in its essence...so you are also the same....
in the other hand the hope in Allah the Almighty (God) is always exist, so ask him only to be with you.... this is a test for you and the humans so be strong and wish you the best.

Best Regards

Ebrahim

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A Lonely Journey

Caron! 
That is such a beautiful poem! You're not out of place in this world, you're a precious piece of it, and you just made it more beautiful. 
I'm so impressed by that. 

Great writing. 

Matthew. 

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Marie Swann

Thank you kindly, I appreciate your comment x 

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