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Splinter
As everything moves forward
looking back makes no more sense
desert caravans on shifting sands
parody of a story too intense
understanding blinded by dust
of spoken particles airborne
in the ether of lost trust
pain, digging out the splinter thorn
cut needs to be deeper yet
barb removed with force
no more devouring recall
no longer any remorse
feedback van andere lezers- ppe
mooi gedicht killea: Thank you ppe
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j - ivo
aangrijpend mooi ... killea: thank you, Ivo
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j - drebddronefish
Nice! Looking back has only one potency. The one that makes you wanne feel miserable... killea: thank you, dddfish
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j - silvia
mooi Killea !
grts killea: Thank you Silvia
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j - Mistaker
Zo komt Jan Splinter door de winter... ;-)
Greta xx killea: Thanks Greta
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j - yellow
that's the way but still it's a fight to fall and get up again, at least for me it is, but okay, the change is started, have to look forward, have the feeling you write this for me, in that case, very much thanks,
Marc
xxx killea: You're very welcome, darling
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j - jan
superb!
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j killea: Thank you Jan
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j - fairy
Remorse has no sense, as what happened, is already past and you can't change it anymore. The power of now!
Great poem!
Wendy x killea: Thank you Wendy
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j - tessy
graag gelezen killea: thank you so much, Tessy
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