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Nov 2015
Love perches upon the narrowest
branch of the tallest willow,
whispering an alluring dream.
Swaying away from longing arms
in a dance intended to sear forever,
visions within a teased mind.

Reality strikes ruthlessly
I stand here on impotent earth,
as the dream hides -- rooted in hard dirt.
But with reality comes a strange peace of mind.
No longer fearing love’s mocking truth,
I am freed to embrace its callous cynicism.

Making truth whatever I will it to be.

©  S.Loeding
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Strange, that of all  my posted writing this is the poem that trends. Strange because most of my writing takes social commentary as its basis. Love poetry is such a worn topic, I generally stay  away from it since it is so difficult to find a unique or new perspective. This piece was whipped out literally as a first draft in 5 minutes at a time of extreme anguish, and when I was ****** way beyond even my normal limits. I have always viewed it as one of my more mundane pieces. But thanks for the interest.
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