Moving forward slowly
winter standing still
underneath the silence
waits something powerful.
Yet to appear
it forms as does the snow
within the darkness
and the place where memories go.
A hint, a trace of something
as it becomes meaningful
wait for me, the first sign will be
the spring ephemeral.
A Patient Voice 
Lovely
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Nice post…🤗😍
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Thanks, and thank you for dropping by and now I get to have the fun of checking out your blog. Hugs, Harlon
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Lovely, I’m a great believer in the power of the dark, love the image of the ‘place where memories go’.
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Love!
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well done
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Just when it’s most cold and dark… Beauty. Hope. Promise.
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Yes, I believe to fully appreciate joy and beauty we sometimes must experience the cold and the dark. That’s what hope is all about. Thank you JoAnn for your comment which completely elevated my post. Peace, Harlon
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Circles and cycles.
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I feel a song coming…..
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Love me or leave me?
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Now that you’ve phrased it in the form of a question….
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We’ll love you Harlon – them’s the dibs.
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Flower power (beautiful !)…
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