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WAITING IS LONG

I'm calling on you not for anything I need...

Not for anything I want...

You know those things before, I think them, anyway...

You see in my heart and mend the pieces...

You like it whole...

I like the Mosaic where I don't need a bunch of old photographs to look at...

It hurt at first when they were stolen away...

Nothing is a coincidence...

Things happen for a reason...

How long do we choose to solve the mystery?

Not realizing it was solved and I just made it harder than it really was...

​​​​​​An easy to solve mystery can get boring...

Sometimes, I just want to solve as if I'm being timed so I can go on to the next one...

Those photographs to bring back the heartache...

To bring back the hurts...

The pain...

But, to sit with you beside me and the good memories can be separated from the bad...

A choice I don't have to make once I learn the lesson of each one...

If you made it whole...

​​​​​You're letting me continue to see it as I do...

The knowing that I keep...

Thank you...

You know all my secrets and all of my secret places...

I know one day I'm going to feel your hand in mine...

You may have to remind me to let go...

That now everything is okay...

When I'm home with you...

Will I remember all your blessings you have given me or will I not be able to remember them because, they're just so much more when I'm home?

A Mystery I know for sure as long as I stay standing here...

You hold my beginning you know my end...

I won't be in a hurry...

I just need to be dressed and ready...

sparrowsong

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Rory McGinlay

I agree. There's something that has always been there with your work that has emerged more profoundly now in these lines. I sense a sincerity that is well conveyed to the reader. I dare not elaborate further just that I will bask in the warmth of the sun that's shine will someday, for me, come to it's end.

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Marion

S...this for me is your best yet. There is such a vulnerability beneath the words but also a tired acceptance of great heartache. Am I reading it wrong? I am reading it on the basis of some things I know of you. Forgive me if I've got it wrong but regardless....it is just ...heartbreaking ❀
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Jim "The Lad" ....

cool write feathers!........................................................................................Jim

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sparrowsong

Hello Bernie...

Pick away my friend...

It's okay...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Rory...

Don't put off enjoy the gifts you can enjoy while you're alive...

We're dead longer than we are alive...

What have we got to lose?

Thank you for your kind comment and support my friend...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Jim...

Glad you enjoyed!

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

feathers

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Payam

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"You hold my beginning you know my end..."Β 
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I'm speechless... awesome writing πŸ€©πŸ˜πŸŒΉπŸ’–

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sparrowsong

Hello Payam...

Thank you very much for your very kind comment and support...

sparrowsong

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sparrowsong

Hello Marion...

I hope you are well my friend...

You're not wrong...

Thank you for the chats...

Thank you for your kind comment and support...

sparrowsong

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