Adrift in deep space,
an astronaut lost, no wind
to feather still sails.
Oblivious world
uncaring turns, in silence
as oxygen fails.
Ryan Stone
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Perfect description; love this.
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Thank you so much 🙂
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🙂
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I think I suffered an oxygen failure while reading this. 😊 What a perfect metaphor! I felt that feeling all over again. 😊
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Thanks, Yusra. Lovely feedback 🙂
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This is powered by such passion, it is a poem that is felt more than read ❤
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Such a perfect response-you’ve made me smile 🙂 thank you, Trini.
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❤ !!
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Every beautiful thought long gone in the deep atmosphere full of anything but the hand that once fed the lungs.
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Thank your for your lovely words once more 🙂
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🙂 you are welcome!
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This was well worth the wait! I’m with Trini. Powerful and resonates deeply.
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Lovely thank you, Belinda 🙂
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You’re welcome. 🙂
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Oh wow, two stunning poems about death and outer space. One wonders if he/she had time to regret not choosing a safer profession
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Your writing makes me realize how much I lack… Every time I visit your site I leave humbled and inspired!
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Oh, I’m just a hack – please don’t feel that way! Inspired is great, though – a huge compliment, thank you 🙂
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A wonderful song for wondrous poem Ryan …
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that is how it feels when set adrift, trying to get your feet back
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This is just so lovely, Ryan. Beautiful.
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Thanks, Jenn. Too kind 🙂
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