Tired, Tired is my soul
No dream or goal
Although the sky is bright
The little cloud pure white
The sun is warm
This autumn morn
Wake up, wake up
The magpie sings
Come on, I’ll cheer you up
Take a ride on my wings
Tired, tired is my soul
To the magpie I reply
I’d rather follow the mole
Into his darkest hole
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I found this poem on a tiny notepad piece of paper, which tells me I must have written it at the kitchen table, perhaps after breakfast when I usually feel tired and lethargic. I must have been depressed too.
© 2014 Irina Dimitric
Irina's Poetry Corner 
When I feel weary
And am blue
I look to the mountains
And bathe in the sunshine
When the rain
Falls on my heart
I return to the forest
That my childhood knew
For those things ease my pain
Even if they are but dream
Sharon Pribble
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Beautiful poem, Sharon. Very nice response to the depressed mood in my poem.
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Both lovely poems Irina and Sharon!
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Thank you, Jan.
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BEAUTIFUL BIRDS…..SINCERELY ANDREA:))
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Thanks, Andrea
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I ditto Jan. Sale, but lovely.
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Thanks, Pam.
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Wow beautiful Irina… The last stanza stands out!…
Thansk for sharing. Hugs,
Aquileana 😀
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Thanks, my friend. Luckily, I haven’t felt like following the mole for a long time now. Cheers 🙂 Irina
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I am a true believer that creativity is often born out of sadness. This one is beautiful, Irina. 🙂
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Thank you, Charlene, for appreciating this poem. I do like writing silly ones too. 🙂
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I am enjoying the silly as well! 🙂
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🙂
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