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Passages of my childhood arise within my mother’s death gaze, bringing reminiscences of olden days. In childhood, we would speak in silent gaze. No mother left to envision me now, now within those quiet eyes. You have gone away oh, dear mother, let the...
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You are,my heart, soul, and flower. My mirrored kin and spirit,yet looks and kisses unreturned. You are,the beating heart of my soul,still waves of unrequited lovecrash, pummeling my psyche. You are,my flower whose petals never wilt - rather, bloom on my moonlight of...
I once experienced this with the mate of a friend of mine. I had to love her from a distance…She wanted to return the feelings, and shared that she did but couldn’t.
It was a tough place to be. The contradictions that love can present are so-well advanced in this poem.
A really good read.
j.
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Mirrors within your eyes… stare tranquilly in ice. Those fog risen lids… stilled moments echoing. Frozen they are… seasoning affection nowhere near to thaw tearcicles.
Beautifully penned, Daniel. Amazing write my friend. Appreciate you.
Damian
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The flattering, elegant stranger chained me suddenly to her heart when I blissfully closed my eyes and she pressed her finer into my lips and whispered with hypnotic eyes, ”No, I am not for you nor anyone.” the rhythm of her voice evoked something within me...
Such bitter aftertastes are often those that are remembered the longest .. Nice one .. Neville
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My goodness, this hit me in the gut. My mother passed 8 years ago. But I still sense her keeping an eye on me from above…so I must weigh my decisions carefully.
very relatable write.
j.