Fall Through the Cracks

i lost you in between the cracks of the soul
somehow you slipped from my fingers and down
into my chasms where it is abysmal and cold
and there is no light anywhere around. 



-anna sluder 

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  1. Rick Westerman, DJ0IPApril 20, 2015 at 9:45 AM

    Thank you for the reminder that we should take the time every now and again to take care of our friends.

    Greetings from Gemuenden, Germany.

    Rick Westerman

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    1. Anna SluderApril 20, 2015 at 6:27 PM

      My heart is so warmed that someone has been influenced by one of my poems. You are right it is so important that we care for one another, our natural ability to be narcissistic often blinds the need to care for each other. Thank you so much for commenting, it means so much to me! Have a blessed day (:
      -anna sluder

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