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Bitter Honey





Weaving dreams of beguiling gold,
a future's price for happiness.
What secrets do you, determined, hold?
asks the summer wind's soft caress.

A guarded name,
a hidden hope.

Spinning wheels clutching time,
grasping straw that falls away,
What dreams may come, we soon may find,
won't recall at end of day.

A cherished life,
a memory lost.

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  1. Beautiful, the wording is very effective!

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  2. Conflicting emotions ... a rollercoaster of hope and despair at play ...

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  3. Nice piece, iLike! :) It is interesting to see how different minds respond to the same piece of inspiration.

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  4. Very beautiful! I love the "honey" reference.

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  5. very nice flow of thoughts:)

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  6. I love the contrasting emotions in this piece. Even the title captures this well.

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  7. well plotted story.

    lost memories, sad,

    powerful entry.

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  8. The dreamy image and the poem are one here, very well done! :)

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  9. This is beautiful, I love the imagery.

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  10. Evocative poem - I enjoyed reading it. ^_^

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  11. I love the contrast, even the clever title. Terrific write.

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  12. Your poem is sweet and beautiful. Lovely thoughts on the image.

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  13. poetic and stunning.

    masterful piece.

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  14. You don't need a lot of words to make an impression. This was beautifully done.

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  15. Love this beautiful rendition of life's bittersweet balance between sadness and hope. Very good!

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  16. This evokes the image Rumpelstiltskin! But that nasty little gnome was hardly 'the Summer wind's sort caress'!

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  17. I love your take on the theme, and the paradox in the title is superb.

    Cheers!

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