City square brightly lit
Hide the darkness of its heart
We admire its beauty and cleanliness
And are oblivious to its festering sores
Just like we believe the false smile
Plastered on the face of a lonely person
Think they are happy because we don’t look close enough
If we take the time to really see
We can perhaps spread balm on the open sores
In response to; Crimson Creative Challenge # 155
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A powerful statement of truth. Love is the balm.
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Many thanks my dear friend
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Always a pleasure, my friend. Cheers
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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your last two lines – truth
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Thanks Beth. It echoes what your poem said earlier.
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we both know it to be true
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Absolutely.
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That’s beautiful, Sadje. I love this poem.
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Many thanks Jeff.
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Welcome, Sadje. Always.
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❤️😍
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Wishing more cities had more of the cleanliness…
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So do I. Thanks
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Very profound, dear Sadje.
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Thanks a lot Punam
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great wisdom here!
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Thanks Kate.
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Love this sadje! ❤ ❤
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Thanks a lot Carol Anne
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Beautiful, Sadje
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Thanks Maria
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🙂🌷
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🙏🏼🙏🏼🙏🏼
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Reblogged this on The Reluctant Poet.
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Truth makes for powerful words. 🙂
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Indeed.
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Yes
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👍🏼
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Nicely done Sadje!
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Thanks Leigha.
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You are welcome.
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🤗🤗🤗
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