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Wanderer

Restless soul
Burns;
Flames of desire
Consume;
Sleepless eyes
Search
The dark dungeons;
Your thoughts
Keep me awake,
Tossing, turning
Waves of hopes
Rising, falling,
Crashing;
Eventides pass,
And
Yet,
You don’t come.

Linking with Trifecta : Week 105

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  1. Oh Ruby,this is so poignant and moving-the yearning-the endless waiting-fabulous writing! :-)Glad to have made your acquaintance on Trifecta-enjoyed reading you and hope to see you around,tc and all the best:-)

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    1. Thank you so much. Even I cherish all the associations I made here. Hope to see you round too.

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  2. This is really lovely - I hope our writing paths will cross again!

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    1. Thank you so much Kelly. It is such a pleasure to hear from you

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  3. Aching and beautiful, Ruby. I love 'your thoughts/keep me awake'
    Hope to catch up with you again somewhere soon : )

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    1. Thank you so much Kymm. And I too hope to catch up with you too :)

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  4. Gorgeous writing. Best of luck with your future writings!

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  5. I like this one... sounds like 'whispering thoughts'.

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  6. Reading this makes the heart beat faster. Lovely stuff. Thanks for linking up in our final challenge!

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    1. Thank you so much Editors. Your words just made my day

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  7. What a sad ending. Sometimes we do wait, to no avail. I've enjoyed reading your writing for Trifecta, Ruby!

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    1. Thank you so much Janna. Coming from you this is a great encouragement. And i have cherished all your feedback and your writeups

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  8. A powerfully sad and lonely poem! I think we've all felt like that at least once. It's an awful feeling but you captured it and expressed it well!

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    1. Thank you so much Linda. I am glad you appreciate the little piece.

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  9. I love the intensity of this.

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  10. Longing is so purely expressed here..and so desperately wanted.
    it was lovely, Ruby. So very lovely.

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