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:Click to share on LinkedIn (Opens in new window)Click to share on Tumblr (Opens in new window)Click to share on Facebook (Opens in new window)Click to share on Pinterest (Opens in new window)Click to share on Twitter (Opens in new window)Click to email a link to a friend (Opens in new window)Like this: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 Reply Cancel reply Enter your comment here... Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in: Email (required) (Address never made public) Name (required) Website You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Twitter account. ( Log Out / Change ) You are commenting using your Facebook account. ( Log Out / Change ) Cancel Connecting to %s Notify me of new comments via email. Notify me of new posts via email. 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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