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Eyes flutter open
To see a starry sky
I stare upon their beauty
Oblivious
To the shadows all around
Faded trees
Of a desiccated forest
Formerly familiar
Now a phantom of the past
My heart clenches
When I see a star die out
Followed by another
Reaching up to save them
Hands of cold and need
Slithering
To pin me down
Forcing me to watch
As my starry sky burns out
Legends of Windemere 
that is a very relatable piece of work.
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Indeed. Sorry I haven’t commented in a while, Charles. Dentistry can be a big ass.
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Don’t doubt it. Seems a lot of people took the summer off, so it’s nice to see some familiar bloggers returning.
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Your site has really flourished in the past few months. That’s great!
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Thanks. The books are doing well too. Though I just hit a cold patch, which is something I’m still trying to handle without panicking.
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Wow, surprising panic. I am familiar with that unfamiliar forest, which I used to know so well…beautifully done.
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Thanks. I’m not looking to return there any lifetime soon.
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The images flowed together smoothly. I had it all pictured in my mind. Good job!
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Thanks. Seems to be my best talent with poetry.
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There is a great sense of tension in this poem. You are great at giving the readers word pictures in their heads…
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Thanks. Work toward my strengths I guess.
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Great poem Charles, very dark and I like it, but don’t wish anyone to stay their too long.
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It’s not a fun place.
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I’m certain that it isn’t.
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Wow. Very frightening and sad image. But powerful.
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Thanks. 🙂
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