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her thoughts take flight
like a flock of birds
their wings unfurled
& rising like a
plume of smoke
only to tumble down
to earth
as though
pierced through
by arrows
so when the rain comes
they are carried swift
crashing
over waterfalls
to be dashed
against boulders
for she longs for calm
that may only come
when they settle
in a pool
of clear water
becoming smooth
as river stones
at rest
© May 2013
Renee Espriu
reneejustturtleflight.com 
i think the pool of water is somewhere between flight and dashed on the rocks…and perhaps just right eh? the peace..perhaps what she was looking for all along in the flight…smiles.
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Thanks again Brian for your comment. I appreciate your visits here.
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Some very strong imagery here it’s really something when the thoughts don’t take flight and get crushed. I can feel this.
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Thanks Bjorn!
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i hope that pool comes for her…def. there are times when we feel like torn apart.. felt write renee
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My writing at time conveys how I am feeling. Lots of stress of late but change is always a certainty. Thanks Claudia.
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We may long for calm but life is full of arrows and boulders to navigate around ~ I guess the trick is to keep on rising and trying again to reach the pool of calming waters ~
Grace
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So true Grace. One can never stay down for long, not really. But the calm is something to look forward to Thank You!
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..felt piece Renee… hope all is well at your end… smiles…
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Thank You Kelvin. Things will get better. There is always tomorrow.
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Wünsche einen schönen Sonntag tolles Gedicht.Lieber Gruß Gislinde
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Danke
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