Alone,
with many marks,
she is silent, the pain is not,
just untold
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees
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Alone,
with many marks,
she is silent, the pain is not,
just untold
Inspired by Becca’s Sunday Trees
mazeepuran (माझे e-पुराण) 
So cool you have a series dedicated to the trees 🙂 have a great week, PedroL
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Thanks Pedrol.
You have a great week too,
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… the pain is not. Beautifully expressed via your poem and photo.
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Thank you Amy.
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I like the poem and the photo is really lovely. It reminds me of where I grew up where there were so many birch trees. It brought back a sensory memory – not just the sight of these trees but the feel and smell of them. Thanks for posting this.
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Thank you so much Todd.
The smell of woods these days is just fantastic.
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It truly is. I ride or run through them and am so happy. With the reduced traffic now the smell of the forest overwhelms the smell of the traffic instead of the other way around.
As it should be.
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Bravo! Such truth.
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Thanks a lot V.J.
Stay healthy and happy.
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Perfect poem and photo duo…and your poem is so poignant and powerful.
Yes, if trees could talk they would have so much to share.
And so many people have marks and scars inside and out…and many have not had the courage yet to share their stories. 😦
I’ve lived my life just assuming all people have pain we know nothing about. And when we take the time to talk to them, and truly get to know them, we find out. Some of the kindest, most empathetic, most joyful, people I’ve met carry the greatest pain.
(((HUGS))) ❤
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You are very kind dear Carolyn.
Actually all those who appreciated the lines are very kind to me.
Thanks a lot.
I am not a writer, I just wanted to say something about the tree. In last couple of days was talking to some introverts and those lines came to my mind.
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a very deep poem and it must be yours?
Totally love the depth of words and pic, the textures and colours are a perfect pairing 🙂
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Thank you so much dear Kate.
It was not meant to be so serious. I wanted to say something about recent situations.
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you told it well, more poems by you please?
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True deep words!
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Thanks Radhika.
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Such texture, character.
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Thanks Paul.
I am lucky some times.
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Many times 🙂
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🙂
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Sad truth.
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Yes.
Thanks Deeksha.
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Short but deep! 👏🏻 really enjoy reading your posts!
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So profound
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Rupali, that is one powerful poem. Yes, profound. And beautiful in its simplicity.
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Beautifully and profound poem, Rupali. She is surely alone but the pain is never untold. Lovely picture of this bark.
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Superb picture and the words
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Thanks Subbashini.
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Lot of inner meaning
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Thank you for reading.
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Welcome 😃
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Too short but means a lot, great
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Thanks a lot for your comment.
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WELCOME 😊😊
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Amazing ✨
Will you review my take…
https://snowdrop0.wordpress.com/2020/09/17/untold/
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