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I gave you all that pain allowed,
wiped every tear and thusly vowed
to keep my tender heart confined,
the unseen chains that I designed
were all that would embrace me,
enfold, protect, encase me.
And yet, somewhere within this cell
there lies the deepest, hopeful well
of adoration, inclination,
burning, churning, yearning-
that you find me and remind me
how it feels to feel again.
CKP copyright words and image 2018
Dreaming Reality 
LOVELY!!
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Thanks Deborah! 😀
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Lovely!
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Thank you.
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You’re welcome!
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Cheryl, I don’t know how this beautiful poetry keeps flowing out of you, but I hope that’s one well that doesn’t run dry!! And that crystal clear image of the bee hard at work….well, that’s just a work of art all by itself.
I just made a ‘bee bath’ for the first time. No visitors yet. One problem? Since it’s low to the ground, my dog Murphy thinks it’s HER watering hole!!! Funny now….not so much when she gets a mouth full of angry bee and I’m driving her to the veterinarian!! Lol.
🔹 Ginger 🔹
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Oh no. That would be a painful lessen learned for sure. Thanks so much. I’m glad you enjoyed it. Nature does inspire my words. 😊
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That’s a fabulous picture. Great capture. Your words are beautiful, as well.
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Thanks Dan.
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As usual, your poetry is awesome, Cheryl, as is your photography. Love the contrast of a pink flower and the yellow and black bee.
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Thanks Mary. It was having its way with my delicate rosebuds.
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