From simple beginnings
A leader, yet not
Self cope, learned not taught
An ache swells against her chest
She, fully aware of the meaning
And where her priorities
Should remain, yet
A glimpse of cerulean,
Through a pristine white sky,
Leaves her swiftly restrained.
Wild daisies across an open field,
Tall prairie grass swaying
Is pictured, visioned longingly
With his strong hand
Pulling her in
Taken, once again
Oldest Daughter & Red Headed Sister 
I love the symbolism. Very well written.
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Nitin..it’s been a long time. Great to see you. Thank you..
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You’re welcome Audrey. It’s good to see you too.
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Exemplary ! Just Wonderful 🙂 And I love that scene. sigh….now when its 2 degrees, that looks marvelous!
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Thank you for saying so, Poetess. It was a beautiful moment, one I shall never forget.
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Im so glad 🙂
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A wistful poem, longing for beauty and love, as promising as a pastoral scene. This one delivers, Audrey.
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Your words always deliver and offer so much to my poetry. Thank you, Shari.
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Golly, I sure wish we had some beautiful blue skies like that!! We’ve had nothing but dreary grayness for weeks on end. Sigh. This is a lovely photo and your words make it more so!
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I just got home from taking photos outside. Our twilight was amazing. Sigh. Glad you like this, Debbie. Cheer up! Those blue skies are there somewhere. ♡
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this blue story
like you’ve never
told before, sister 🙂
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My heart’s desire
A story
Slowly unfolds
Dream
Thank you for reading.
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The title and the entire ‘journey’ here is just … it’s so wise and also so magical. I loved it.
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Thank you, sweet one. My mind often takes me where life hasn’t allowed. xoxo
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A great thing to say (my mind often takes me where life hasn’t allowed) maybe that’s the root of creativity?
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I’d say the root, indeed.
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You are writing more beautifully than ever. Perhaps your spirit is calmer and more inspired being back in the homeland? The photography is also very beautiful
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Thank you for saying so, D. My spirit is in tune with that which touches me. Being here helps, but certainly it must be more. I appreciate your lovely comment.
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My pleasure. I also believe it is more
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I know you do.
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Nothing like being taken under a white sky with a glimpse of cerulean. Would be beautiful.
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I can’t imagine it not being wonderful, John.
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🙂
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