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I won’t pretend
to be someone else –
a shadow of myself
a petal
ne’er the same
could be a rose
or the scent of distant meadows
a thorn unto the blush
a slender glass
becoming –
some other mother’s home
I won’t pretend
the music takes me
where I cannot hear the storm
the beat
of one lone drummer
wrapping sorrow
into a song
I won’t pretend
the silence threatens
from a place beyond the dawn
from a life
I scarce remember
how it felt
to be alone
. . .
tornadoday 
Beautiful words and feeling. So much tenderness in what you write. Thank you. I will be coming back. Kenza.
Love how your words flow into such exquisitely meaningful and moving verse!! Loved your “I won’t pretend
the music takes me
where I cannot hear the storm
the beat
of one lone drummer
wrapping sorrow
into a song”
and
“from a place beyond the dawn
from a life
I scarce remember
how it felt
to be alone”
These really hit my heart! Bellissimo, My Dear!!
xoxo
💜❤
You’re too filled with honest truth to pretend, Bobbie. As for alone…, it isn’t always as bad as it sounds. Sometimes it feels good ! Beautiful poem ! ……………..xo
A reminder we are never alone ❤