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Fia Naturie posted in the group National Poetry Month
A little dream
Clouds rolling in softly
Delicately like a purr
Wrapped in warm cotton
Trailing thoughts of a time of tendernessInner eye awakens to a place
Where safety is given
Love is freely accepted
And a genuine smile is cherishedLet me not wake from this
Wanting to hold and be held
In a world of nonreality
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Damian DeadLove posted in the group Music is Art
Pound for pound one of my favorite Dylan songs, the storytelling is chef’s kiss.
“The next day was hanging day the sky was overcast and black
Big Jim lay covered up killed by a penknife in the back
And Rosemary on the gallows she didn’t even blink
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hello dearest Tim thank you graciously for such a lovely and thoughtful comment ❤️
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I’ve never tried to trace back how long ago withes emanated from the past. This poem shows the power that one can have when it comes to lust. Something as old as time itself.
Nice one Crimsin, with great picture that conjures up the mystique of the poem.