“I live in my cloudy muse. Lonesome but not alone.”
I love that one because it just bleeds poetry from the body. They all do but it seemed that one had a feel of soul scribing to it. All your writing is beautifully done my friend, your words grab the heart regardless.🌹
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I like them all, esp. the second one.
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“I fill my flower pot with
Incessant fragrance exuding
Periwinkle and dandelions
No rose of riches
But love.”
I loved this one the most. Ma sha Allah
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Second one wins although all are beautiful penned. Why dead poet tho?
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The periwinkle one!
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No rose of riches… my favourite.
Eid Mubarak to you and your family.
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“I live in my cloudy muse. Lonesome but not alone.”
I love that one because it just bleeds poetry from the body. They all do but it seemed that one had a feel of soul scribing to it. All your writing is beautifully done my friend, your words grab the heart regardless.🌹
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