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RE: In The Rivers Of Emotion

in #poetry7 years ago (edited)

Night fell asleep in the morning fog, you are a lighthouse of my illusion that holds a lamp with diamonds. Be a champion of dynamic movements, the storm calms the volcanoes of passion in the beauty that causes breathlessness -
the sun shines on the eyes of the cosmos

Your words are like sweet tasting honey on a fine morning, sweet as odorous white lilies in the noon time, and soothing like a cool blowing breeze on an angels wings at dawn.
Sweet sweet poem @dobartim

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