Dressed in winter grey, the fading evening slowly makes way for the still sleepy, Himalayan sun. Rising to kiss the sneaking peaks of Mt. Kanchenjunga and Mt. Kabru, the first morning rays gently open my eyelids to show the gem beside me.
He wears a thick jacket, buried under our comforting, shared blanket. His arms wrapped on mine. His heartbeat with his rhythmic breaths create my early love song. My heart, listens, sighs, smiles.
Two frozen peaks wait
outside the grey-painted room,
he wears summer’s warmth.
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02.20.2018
©2018 Rosemawrites@A Reading Writer. All Rights Reserved.
Photo via Unsplash
In response to dVerse The beauty and the misery of grey – Haibun Monday
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I like the description of the person beside you as a “gem”.
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Aww. Thank you, Frank!
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Oh my!
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Yay! Thank you!
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The love. The light. – wonderful.
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Awww. Im grateful!
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“His heartbeat with his rhythmic breaths create my early love song. My heart, listens, sighs, smiles”. This just painted a beautiful picture of the Kanchenjunga massif and the two hearts beating beneath it several thousand feet below. My goodness. Your poetry, your writing, is improving with each passing day. You write from the heart and the soul. And I am sure your life experiences are in sync with your writing prowess. God is blessing you (Btw, most gems aren’t elusive nor expensive. It honestly depends on the person to see its worth. A person has to themselves be a gem in order to recognize another gem)
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One cannot write without a muse. And blessed are those who found their best muse. I am among those few blessed. So these lines are just your after effects. 😉
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*sighs* So beautiful. 💙
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awww. thank you, Diana!
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Most welcome, Rosema. 🙂
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Beautiful, Rosey!
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Thank you, dear PJ!
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That is lovely, and such a wonderful, intricate story in a paragraph and a poem.
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Awww. Thank you so much, Jane! Im happy you like it!
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I did 🙂
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Yay!
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Such a beautiful poetic capture of coming awake, snug in the arms of love. Nearly 30 years have passed since I’ve had that luxury, but I remember it still.
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Awwwwww. You had a very nice moment, I must say. Thank you, Beverly!
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Sigh. Such a beautiful write
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Awww. Thank you so much!
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What a wonderful tale of being with your love…The color of gray is a great canvas for the color of your passion.
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I cannot agree more, Bjorn! Grateful!
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beautiful Rosema, I was feeling that Himalayan sun and then you artfully brought me to cool grey sheets and the warmth of strong arms, i felt i needed to lay in bed and feel that comfort a little longer.
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ooooh. what a beautiful comment, Gina! I ams so happy I was able to convey that! 🙂
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Well told, quietly stated. Sweet.
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Thank you!
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Oh my goodness, Rosey–this is STUNNING!!!
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Oh dear. Thank you so much, sissy! ❤
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You’re most welcome always ❤
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love you sissy! Have a great week!
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I’ll do my BEST! Wish you could get emails easier–I have a new project to share about… 🙂 ❤
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oooh. you can email me sissy. i will try to check soon! ❤
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No worries–love you MUCHLY! ❤
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