Artwork by IsyLLiS
I run my fingers
through a clutter of thoughts.
Taste potions of my pain
own it, and breathe a new-found freedom.
We spoke in languages
we did not understand.
Must I write of lost love, and departed lovers
their memories and lingering love
that has floated away
on a lonesome cloud?
Or turn in another direction,
where the Sun is beginning to rise
and the skies are full of faithful promises.
Love, warmth, peace and a happy new year to you all.
Magical words 😉
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Thank you for your kind words :), and for visiting.
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😉
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Beautiful!!!
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nice.
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Thank you!
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