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.
Bill Pearse
Writing is learning to see in the dark
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.
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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