Where once shimmered a velvet sea,
of love, ardour and wrinkled clemency,
now spans hollow the end of my days,
beneath its skin, a wounded optic plays.
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lovely post 🙂
Soft, sensitive and colorful 🙂
Sniff, sniff, no one has ever said that about me. 😀
A person who can muse to this extent, I cant accept that he isn’t graced by these words ever, if only one word at a time 😉
I was of course drawing a hyperbole, but I thank you nonetheless. 😀
I meant it as a drawing hyperbole only… 🙂
The beauty of these words and ideas! I wish I could express myself like this. Amazing
I know you can, and even better.
Wow, that blew me away!
Oh this is wonderful. (for lack of a better word…)
Thank you.
Kenza.
No, I thank you.
You’re quatrains are my favorite, and not just because my attention span is–OH LOOK, A SQUIRREL!
Hahaha.
That’s touching…
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