Dream of forgetfulness in the wake of night By Bill Pearse on August 11, 2018 • ( 6 ) In the papery pre-light of dawn my wings like a honey bee’s begin to break down my body a weight I can’t let go, these words are the weights when they hang here, unsaid. Share this:Share Click to print (Opens in new window) Print Click to share on Telegram (Opens in new window) Telegram Click to share on WhatsApp (Opens in new window) WhatsApp Tweet Click to share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Pocket Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Share on TumblrLike Loading...‹ It is the right light to be criticalIn the Alps with Eberhard | Size Really Does Matter ›Categories: identity, Poetry, writingTags: insomnia, poem, Poetry, William Pearse writer
Bill Pearse 
I’m loving your poetry.
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Ha! Sweet! Thank you Dean and great to hear from you my friend! I’m down in Austria now in the Alps for a week! Cheers, Bill
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Hi Bill, That will be stimulating for the imagination. Enjoy.
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Thank you Dean!
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Beautiful, simple, speaks volumes.
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Hi Ilona, good day and thanks! I had some pretty serious jet lag/ insomnia when we got here to Europe last week. Finally in the local time, for the time being…hope you are well, thanks for reading . Bill
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