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Katray,
I often wondeer about that special place, deep inside, amost as if in memory only, we felt so deeply. Is it real, or unconscious? Does it exist or only in a dream state?
posted by
dsm_tchr
on December 1, 2012 at 5:11 PM
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This is superb work, your imagery and execution are perfect
posted by
lionreign
on November 28, 2012 at 4:10 AM
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The simplest of things can be said ever so tastefully and u sure have the
knack for doing that Katray!
posted by
Straightforward
on November 27, 2012 at 5:19 PM
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Beautiful, of course very beautiful, Katray!
posted by
anib
on November 26, 2012 at 9:22 PM
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Well done...
posted by
Reflecting_teddypoet
on November 26, 2012 at 5:59 PM
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Katray2
You're a great carver as well as a poet luv.
posted by
WileyJohn
on November 26, 2012 at 4:43 PM
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Good Poem...
the words flow fine to me.
posted by
RamfamilyWritings
on November 26, 2012 at 11:48 AM
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You have done a fine job with this poem.
posted by
FormerStudentIntern
on November 26, 2012 at 9:33 AM
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You don't seem to have any problem with words at all--always expressive, beautiful and meaningful poetry.
posted by
TAPS.
on November 26, 2012 at 8:28 AM
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Katray2
This is a lovely analogy of words in flight and lost of words love. BC-A, Bill’s R®st
posted by
BC-A
on November 26, 2012 at 8:09 AM
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Beautiful
posted by
Chuck_E_Ibrahim
on November 26, 2012 at 6:01 AM
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wonderful poem that gives us thoughts to ponder
posted by
Annicita
on November 26, 2012 at 4:54 AM
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Yes indeed Ray where are these words when we need them. Like butterflies they evade us and we only want to catch them in our net and then release them for others to chase 
posted by
C_C_T
on November 26, 2012 at 12:13 AM
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carving Seasons indeed and watching jealousy as they fly by too quick
for we found each other so late. Love your poem...set me off thinking.
posted by
Kabu
on November 25, 2012 at 8:03 PM
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