A knock on the door
Who could it be at this hour?
a god not worshipped
walked out of the closed temple
a forgotten memory
bidding a final goodbye
Farewell
A knock on the door
Who could it be at this hour?
a god not worshipped
walked out of the closed temple
a forgotten memory
bidding a final goodbye
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Reena, the sound of the knock is a great sensory memory! It is eclipse season and the time to let go of that which no longer serves us. Excellent poem!
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Thank you, Colleen!
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Reena, this has a haunting and mysterious quality to it, to me it suggests the departure of something that once had great significance, that now leaves only a fading memory.
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It happens with so much in life.
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I like this Reena … It’s a very clever take on the prompt 💜💜
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Thank you, Willow!
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A pleasure 💜💜💜
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