Infatuation.
Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
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Eyes like doves
behind a veil…
Lips of lilies,
dripping with myrrh…
Awakened wind,
spice flowing forth…
Ravished is my heart.
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Like hyacinth blossoms
amidst frosted air,
your words are
a haven to a
wintered
soul.
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Because we all need to cross bridges once in a while.
🙂
Like
moistened
rivulets meandering
down painting lines
of accidental
poetry
I am immured by your words.
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