Without the magic
Of the highest highs
And the lowest lows
The waiting, anticipating,
Hoping, thrilling
To be remembered
To be kissed
To be loved
Each day morphs into night
Each night morphs into day
My life is without light
My heart is without hope
My flesh is without fantasy
And the most powerful magic is
Illusion
Poems and Petals 
When you don’t feel love you don’t live. But love is not something given but something we have inside. We only need to allow it to glow again!
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Lovely thought, thank you ❤
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Have a nice evening, dear 😊
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Beautifully written Vonita, you’re right, illusion can seem/feel so very real. Sometimes we prefer the illusion I think.
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Thank you, Mandi ❤
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I don’t have a lot of words right now…but I wanted to say keep going and reaching. It felt most dark just before the good part started. 💛
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Thank you Laurie, I haven’t emailed as yet, just been a bit withdrawn and keeping to myself ❤ You are in my thoughts xx
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It doesn’t have to be me💛Just keep reaching. You are in my thoughts too.
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I’m keeping to myself right now too. It’s not always a bad thing.
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❤
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