Find me in silent
corners where the
horizon’s mouth
swallows another
burning ball,
licks the cool sky
in pastel blush
in front of all.
Find me in soft,
tender nighttime
blanket, sipping a
the third cup of my
daily coffee haul.
Find me inside the
chosen shell of
solitude where
thoughts are
slowly eaten,
gingerly chewed.
Find me on the lap
of whistling rhymes
and twirling rhythms,
for I live in two worlds—
the real and the written.
Ahhh it takes my breath away…..so beautiful Rose..
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awwww. you are too sweet dear Mich! Thank you so much! ❤
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Happy to see you pop here every now and then..
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i am happy i found sometime. 🙂 And happiest to be here with you, Mich!
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Ah just beautiful ❤ ❤
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thank you so much, Nadine!
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Great imagery in you poem!
Find me inside the
chosen shell of
solitude where
thoughts are
slowly eaten,
gingerly chewed
When I read these lines, I thought maybe you were in a chrysalis processing words and creating a poetic butterfly!!
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woah. that’s one equally poetic comment. Thank you, Roth!
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Thank you and you are welcome!
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Gratitude!
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Beautifully expressed! I wish I was as poetic as Roth there when it came to commenting! 😆
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Awww. You are too cute! Thank you so much!
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That’s so beautiful, Rose.
for I live in two worlds—
the real and the written. I was able to relate a lot to this line! ♥️
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Yea! Thank you so much, Shweta! Grateful for your kind words.
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Your finale was breathtaking. This entire piece was beautiful, but that ending…..Sigh
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aww. thank you. i am glad it took your breath away.
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