a triad it was as quiet a place where she gave her heart as when leaves rested alone but for sighs of wind caressing water and a soft birdsong taken by a surge deeply divined below earth she poured herself free Share this: Share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window) LinkedIn Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Pinterest (Opens in new window) Pinterest Share on X (Opens in new window) X Email a link to a friend (Opens in new window) Email Like Loading... Related 3 thoughts on “a triad” Add yours Bravo! What an amazing poem. It feels like sweet memories of romance, and having enough power of self to move on. This is so very beautiful. LikeLike Reply Thank you very much! LikeLiked by 1 person Reply You are very welcome. LikeLike Leave a comment Cancel reply Δ
Bravo! What an amazing poem. It feels like sweet memories of romance, and having enough power of self to move on. This is so very beautiful. LikeLike Reply
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Bravo! What an amazing poem. It feels like sweet memories of romance, and having enough power of self to move on. This is so very beautiful.
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Thank you very much!
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