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Lemons
Exiled to the island of my space
a constant ebb and flow of emotion
waves of disillusion lapping the boundary
so much silence amidst the commotion
lemons of life squashed to liquid
a drink so sour, a taste so bitter
often camouflaged to endure
but it's only an artificial sweetener
returned you look and feel the same
it hurts to see you struggle and suffer
a real man must do, what a man must do
and you did, though they left you no buffer
as you lie in my arms each night
barely suppressing inner tears
merged in an ocean of love
I conceal my constant fears…
feedback van andere lezers- Magdalena
****slik**** killea: thank you karine
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j - hettie35
Schitterend!
groetjes Hettie killea: many thanks Hettie
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j - tessy
Ik ben er stil van... killea: thanks you so much Tessy
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j - Hoeselaar
Dit is diepgaand en mooi verwoord
Willy killea: many thanks Willy
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j - Manono
Beautiful phrases of sorrow. killea: thank you Christine
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j - jan
I read it in dutch, this is farout, the best you ever wrote I think!!!
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J killea: well thank you Jan, I appreciate your generous FB
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j - lief
superb!
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liefs killea: many thanks Lief
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j - VUURKRACHT
woorden vol pijn en emotie...
goede moed.
Monique killea: many thanks Monique
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j
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