were i
a river
i would rage
night & day
with violence
i would seek you
an open ocean
the freedom
to spill over
jagged pillows
to join you
in sleep
at your bay
– Sheila C.
were i
a river
i would rage
night & day
with violence
i would seek you
an open ocean
the freedom
to spill over
jagged pillows
to join you
in sleep
at your bay
– Sheila C.
sheila sea 
Love it!! You are an amazing body of water!!
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Haha, thank you!
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🙂
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Wonderful work as usual! I really enjoy your work, Sheila!
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Aww that’s really nice to hear, Noora. Thank you.
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Beautiful! I love the metaphor.
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Thank you, I appreciate that!
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this sings
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Ahh, I can only hope. Thank you. 🙂
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This is visually perfect.
And, beautiful. Solid writing, here.
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That’s a beautiful compliment.. Thank you, I’ll carry it with me today. 💚
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Go on and Don that love, lady. You’re most welcome.
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Bayp? Reading through your poems after letting them collect for a while. You are gifted. Everything I read has at least two levels of implication, with a sultry and moody aire that is sensual as well as filled with various emotion — rage, fury, intensity. Like the dichotemy of love/hate.
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Haha thank you.. I fancy myself a dichotomy so it’s makes sense my writing would portray some sense of that. Always wonderful to hear your thoughts, thank you.
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