on my birthday
you blew kisses
across the neon sky
they fell like poetry
into my hands
I slipped them
in my jeans pocket
keeping them
for comfort
on sad days
Poetic Kisses
on my birthday
you blew kisses
across the neon sky
they fell like poetry
into my hands
I slipped them
in my jeans pocket
keeping them
for comfort
on sad days
Lovely words šš¼
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Thanks Tom!
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So pretty! The words and image. Comfort is what we crave. š
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I second Terveen š„°
~David
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Oooo beautifully done, dearest Cassa! Such a marvelous piece, I love the flow and emotional touch to it š¤š¤
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I like the thought of the kindness of those kisses being treasured by the recipient.
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Imagine we keep kindness for the rainy days.
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So romantic. Like tucking away a favorite photo.
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Aww, thatās so lovely. š¤
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I love the idea of kisses being poetry. It’s such a romantic notion. This is a gorgeous poem–sweet and endearing. š
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Thanks Mike. I sometimes produce sweet poems. āŗļø
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Simply stunning š¤š¤
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