I built your image in
words written down
that served no justice
so I burn them now.
Maybe I’ll learn one
day how I can behave
at the sight mysteries
buried in what you say.
Lost is the cracking
sparks of ember’s flash
I feel the warming light
kissing my face at last.
What could a page of
words serve to provide?
Except for my own self
words I will never hide.
I know the position of
stars where they were
when I first fell in love
with your face’s curves.
I need no monument I
remember everything
from the mystery of you
with reason I tried bring.
I wrote it down to be
a place I would return
where I could retrace
the revelations learned.
I’ve decided to sacrifice,
on an alter of green grass,
the educating lines I’ve
seen in the mirror’s glass.
Brilliant and beautiful! 😍😍
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Thank you Kristian 😊
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You’re so welcome. I always enjoy reading your posts.
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Absolutely wonderful
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Many thanks! I appreciate that.
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Oh, Jared! This is exquisite. Such a wonderful rhythm and obviously the words are lovely. These lines held my breath
“Except for my own self
words I will never hide.”
Beautiful! 🙂
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Thank you Susi. 😊
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My pleasure to point this out. 🙂
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