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On which plane
do they span,
encounters
that alter lives.
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∙ tenderheartmusings ∙ 
April 22, 2015 at 7:19 am
Thought provoking. 🙂
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April 22, 2015 at 7:41 pm
🙂 thank you so much again, your visit and kind words mean a lot!
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April 22, 2015 at 6:57 am
Dear Himani,
Thank you very much for this poem. We like very much the words “plane” and “span” in close proximity to one another. It evokes an old, old memory.
All good wishes,
robert
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April 21, 2015 at 9:59 pm
Always a delight to embrace your poems Himani! Blessings my sister!
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April 22, 2015 at 7:40 pm
Thank you so much dear brother :)) Stay blessed and inspiring!
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