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These words have survived separations
Faces I can no longer remember of loved ones
Poetry has transcended my decades
Spacious and fluent like a last reminder
Of why truth is no longer as important
As beauty, inner beauty of a spiritual quality
Alphabets now shelter this candle
This life that was my hopes and dreams
These most intimate self-deceptions
Wildest faith of wonderful illusions
For a moment still I am there
With moons and roses, aware of nothing
But the shine of creativity on our inner cheek
The mineral blossoms and lotus of our imagination
It’s pure there to write like drunken water
In a light of its own color, reflecting the pauses
Silences, spaces in-between relationships and solitude
That was the best quality of the life I lived.
Lovely
Thanks Jenn and Bo
To me is my world too, you described it well enough.
I’m glad we pretty much think the same on this..
The poem is strong and beautiful, and the picture is very cool and fits the poem.
Thanks Inga, I don’t get much of a chance to write at the pace I am used to, so this is like sipping an old favorite drink.
Beautiful ❤
Thanks Mishy
Truly breathtaking and surreal with emotions! Outstanding job! 🙂
Thanks Kites
Excellent and I just love the ending!!
Thanks Dream
Beautiful picture!
“Silences, spaces in-between relationships and solitude
That was the best quality of the life I lived.”
This is my favorite part.
Thanks Art, yes in those times when I enjoy being the poet the most.
You’re welcome!