Edald Hopfield
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Poetry Prompt: Looking Out of my Door
Sometimes the world just takes my breath away, Whether it be in a breeze, Or the sun hitting the trees, Or the dim glow a cloudy day gives, And in the absence of life, I feel it, Quiet and on… Continue reading
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Tuesday WriteO Poetry Prompt: Dispersion
It feels like everyone has been scattered around, Living now in small pockets, But when I look outside, it’s not quite true, When I open the door of my little den, In the afternoon light, I can see them all,… Continue reading









