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Vigil

I stood in the wind for you,
The gale that blew my love away.
You watched me from your crazy world,
And still I stood alone.
And then the rain fell, like my tears.
Still I stood upon that hill.
I waited for the sun to shine,
But still it never came.

I stood there while the white snow fell.
I stood there in the darkest night.
Yes - I'm glad you're warm inside,
I'm waiting in the freezing cold.
And are those storm-clouds up ahead?
Another gale to beat me down.
I stand until I can't but fall,
I fall till I can't rise.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Sun 2nd May 2021 03:29

Thank you Nigel, for your poetic response ?

I don't know if I should but I feel incredibly proud to see that my comment inspired a poem. You captured the essence of it perfectly.


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Nigel Astell

Sun 2nd May 2021 00:06

Thinking and feeling
locked inside poetry
keeps it forever.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 30th Apr 2021 20:54

Thank you Stephen for commenting ?

Thanks also to everyone who has clicked 'Like' for this poem. ?

When we put exactly what we're thinking and feeling into a poem, it turns out that it isn't only available for us then to know what we're thinking and feeling, but stays available (if we let it) so we can never forget exactly what we thought and felt. It can be a mixed blessing.

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Stephen Gospage

Fri 30th Apr 2021 17:11

Another lovely, poignant poem.

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