Sun Kissed Days

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Sunday, April 15, 2018

Shadows


Stories are written in the margins
of life,
on broken wings,
on calloused fingers.
Love breathes oxygen there.
Life exists
where black and white
transform into hues of grey.
Where dreams are tasted
but not lived.
Truth is questioned,
loyalty is tested,
shadows grow wings
abandoning the darkness behind.

49 comments:

  1. All the little scars and indicators of living sure have a story to tell.

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  2. You had me at the opening 💜 exquisite write!😊

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  3. Sometimes, the bigger story in life is written in the margins. Tis, sad when dreams are tasted, but not lived.

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  4. I really love this truth.....we live our true lives and learn our lessons in the shadows.....that is where the wisdom resides.

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  5. Stories are written on broken wings. How beautiful, and true. Just lovely.

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  6. ' shadows grow wings
    abandoning the darkness behind.'

    An indelible line of poetry.

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  7. Quite vivid imagery. Lovely write!

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  8. Stories written in the margins and on broken wings.. a beautiful truth. The best stories always are.

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  9. Beautifully written! And so thoughtful.

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  10. I like your philosophy here. So much thought!

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  11. You're writing is always an inspiration. xx

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  12. Stories are written in the margins
    of life,- love that!

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  13. You had me gripped from the opening line

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  14. ah, the bittersweet taste of Dream...
    the longing for ladles full of it!

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  15. I loved this piece!! Each words!

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  16. Love the opening line of this poem, Ayala. So much conveyed in such a small amount of space.

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  17. Thoughtful and deeply philosophical. This is a poem to be savored over and over again!

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  18. The first sentence of the poem took my breath away, Ayala. Such a description of life. I worked a lot with the elderly as a nurse (and now here I am, one of them). I often have thought of how our bodies bear the marks of our journey.

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  19. There wouldn't be a story without those imperfections.

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  20. Love the opening verses Ayala ~ Hope you are well ~

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  21. Life is such a confusing mixture of impulse and influence. So hard to trace the pedigree of truth and dreams.

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  22. Truth is questioned,
    loyalty is tested,
    shadows grow wings
    abandoning the darkness behind.

    So much wonder extended yet one may be left by the wayside. The world can be offering lots of challenges to balance the unfairness! Rightly so ayala!

    Hank

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  23. What stories are written in the "margins of life" (and I love that phrase)! Such a lovely write, Ayala!

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  24. Love the margins of life and the wings on the shadows

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  25. The stories that our bodies tell, no words needed. I really liked this poem.

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  26. Beautiful ! That's life in a nutshell...

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  27. i got even more out of it the second time around. a wonderful write!

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  28. What a beautiful way to describe the stories of our lives. Loved this.

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  29. Very nice post really ! I apperciate your blog Thanks for sharing,keep sharing more blogs.

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