I heard my name being called
I turned but there was no one there
The sound hung like lost baggage
Waiting to be collected
My name was called and even though
There was no one there
I was not alone
I heard my name being called
I turned but there was no one there
The sound hung like lost baggage
Waiting to be collected
My name was called and even though
There was no one there
I was not alone
Poems and Petals 
Mystical and mysterious.
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Thank you!
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There’s that spiritual side, Vonita. Fantastic. ❤
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Thank you Mark! I just posted another one Premonition, it is non fiction xx
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Quite eerie this one…and who was the voice? 😉
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I don’t know actually! Maybe my mother?
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I love it! Your blog is so cheery and ethereal – it comes through beautifully. Ah-mazing 😊
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Thank you so much! I’m out of poetry at the moment so taking a short break! Will be back soon 🙂
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