the world spins
ready to loose, and peel
comparable to a star
proudly moving through water
there is no equal, more beautiful
than her roseness at my feet
i admit here, i seek shelter
a shelter of brightness
when most of my most, is dark
cross high and unstrange
Beautiful poem
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You sing.
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Captivating poem
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Beautiful, moving words. Take care. Regards, Iris
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Beautiful
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like your poems
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🙂 Light after/amidst the dark is peace; lovely feeling…
Amazing, as always, hermanita. Thanks.
gigoid
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Cool poem.
Great photograph, too.
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love what i see of that tattoo!
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beautiful poetry
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((((Hugs))))) ❤️
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Thank you love, truly ..
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Mari, thank you sharing your beautiful writings with all… But most of all thank you for sharing your most precious gifts you’ve ever held. I now hold them too❤️
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Thank you Carisa. I try so very hard. I find peace and release.
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I am trying to do that. My head and heart don’t seem to agree on that ❤️
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