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DROWNING

DROWNING

I`m drowning in sorrow and despair

Mourning, I hide my tears

As you are no longer there.

What can I do to ease this pain?

My world is now so very dark

What do I do with this hole?

That has permanently left its mark!

G xx

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sparrowsong

Hello Sis Georgina...

If a person was designed to be an angel?

An angel that's needed to go first...

Our children don't come to us with a mark that says angel...

It's not visible to us, but it doesn't mean it isn't there...

If we could see what is...

Then we could understand it better...

The angels have different journeys, experiences, and life spans...

What we don't know and understand is the hardest to accept...

I hope with every write brings you to a healing place...

Beautiful write! 

Thank you for sharing...

Hugs...

sparrowsong 

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Georgina Richardson

Thank you sweetie,

I really appreciate your kind words and yes writing is very cathartic for me and the poets like yourself bring great pleasure to all our readers.

God bless

G xx

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