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Fia Naturie posted in the group Music is Art
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Beautifully penned, Fia. This had such an uplifting vibe my friend. Excellent write. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Chère F.,
A subtle prayer
A declaration of love
Is all that I am
Thinking of….You are a class of/on your own (what do I know of your language?)
And this question answer format is a beautiful find.
Needless to say I love it to bits.
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This reminds me of classic poetry from the early 1900’s. It has that feel and language. Nice one,, Fia.
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This is such a sigh-worthy piece. I think most of us embark on that journey with these hopes. For some, it lasts. For others…not so much. I love the fierce optimism in this one
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Fia, this is a jubilant celebration of love that you paint with lyrical wonder. I enjoyed this so much my heart sang as I read. You really made me so happy reading this tonight. I am rejoicing through the magic of your poetic and loving poem of an eternal flame that cannot be extinguished.
John
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Fia Naturie wrote a new post
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Passionately penned, Fia. A very steamy write indeed my friend. Nicely done. Appreciate you, cuz.
Damian
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Chère F.,
Doing it is magic.
Writing it doubles that.
Love it to bits!
Warm regards, GusPS
Waiting is good.
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Nice! Just the right amount of allure and salted with some desire for taste!
This is great stuff, Fia. Poetic all the way. -
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I love the title of your poem. The real truth lies just below the layer of deception…my interpretation.
Your poem makes me first think of the young girls and women abused by Jeffery Epstein. Be it an unhealthy relationship or friendship; subjugated either by physical and/or emotional abuse. However, I can relate to the emotional trauma your poem speaks to in a different way than of my first thought. Every personal experience is different. In my situation, I perceived myself as a bird in a cage. However, the cage had an open door. Faith and courage to extricate myself though the obvious open door was elusive for far too many years. These words best explain my experience…
Soft Murmurs – “One of the hardest goodbyes is when you still love someone, but the relationship is no longer healthy. Your heart pleads to stay, but your soul knows you must leave to protect your light. Staying means waiting for change, effort, and reciprocity. In that wait, you shrink. You accept hurtful words and crumbs of affection, sacrificing your peace for someone who gives just enough to keep you, but never enough to truly value you. Leaving is heartbreaking. You will doubt your choice, but the pain of staying of losing yourself is far greater. You don’t leave because you stopped loving them. You leave because you started loving yourself more. This isn’t an act of anger, but of profound self-respect. You choose peace. You choose yourself. And that becomes the bravest love story you will write.”