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It was merely by a feather,
But nonetheless a
Tether
To a life before,
When friends were at the
Door,
And when she did not have to worry
About honor, trust, or
Glory.
She held on to the underside
Of recollection.
To the roots of love that
Promised a
Direction.
For there had been simplicity to life,
An implicit understanding
That words as given were meant
To keep,
And that the sun will rise in
The morn after a
Sleep.
For Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt: Tether in 80 words
Na'ama Yehuda 
I really like the rhythm in this one.
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Thank you! I’m glad you liked it. 🙂 Thanks for reading and commenting!
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Those were the days. A pensive piece Na’ama.
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Ah, yes, and may there be goodness to hark to in today when we look back at in from the distance of many tomorrows … 🙂
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Na’ama Y’karah,
How things have changed. Love the verses and the sentiments.
I went with non-story of my life this week.
Shalom,
Rochelle
Rochelle
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Ah, yes, things change. For all of us, though more so for some of us … (off to read yours in a moment!) 🙂
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Wonderfully done, Na’ama. Hopefully we will look back one day…
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And … hopefully we will like what we see … Hugs! xoxo Na’ama
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Hugs to you! xoxo
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xoxo
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Ah yes, tethered to a then, even now. Loved it.
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Thank you, Bill! 🙂
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