The world outside
Their windows
Weeps for everything
It had lost but they
Got to keep;
They count
Their blessings
Every night,
But they cannot sleep!
©Aaysid
“You could’ve tried to be fair. But you didn’t. You don’t even have the right to be sorry.”
Haruki Murakami, Dance Dance Dance
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Outrageously Erratic 
A wonderful elucidation of that which we receive, yet may not truly appreciate. A lovely poem, Aaysid.
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Thank you so much, Jeff. Means a lot.😊
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You’re most welcome, Aaysid. Always. 😊
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Gratitude! I’m grateful for your words.💕C
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Thank you, Cheryl. 😊
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Thought-provoking with a touch of mystery. ✨
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Thank you, Michele. I am glad that you liked it. 😊
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Wonderful poem, Aaysid. Truly enjoyed.💕
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Thank you, Grace. You are too kind. 😊
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Truly my pleasure, Aaysid.💕
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Realization never comes easy. Wonderfully written, Aaysid. 🙂
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Thank you, Terveen. 😊
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