
hello all at #dversepoetspub hope you have not folded under the pressure of life.
Winged message. Atop city’s highest tower, wind unfolds, Taking folded paper planes out, Out, Out, Over cityscape. Apon each a hand written, Poem of peace and love, spread, Spread, Spreading, Over lost cityscape. Folding peace and love Back into lost souls’ heart, Of Hearts, Reviving peace. © 16/10/2023 rog leach

Imagining being one of the lucky ones to find one of the messages. Turn enough hearts and the world turns.
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thanks
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You’re welcome, Rog.
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May there always be those who continue to send love.
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Nicely done. A poem we all need as we watch the world going the other direction!
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You are welcome.
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Yes! I second Dwight ❤
Beautifully composed, Roger!
Much love,
David
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thank you
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I really love the thought of being able to share such messages.
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cheers
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It would be beautiful to experience this.
Something like this happens in the musical Ordinary Days.
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now on my to watch list cheers
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😊
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