Open field of lavenders
decorated with purple dreams
filled with smoky scent
from the sprigs
broken between our skin
Perhaps
that’s enough
to make the moon
pregnant
When did I write about love last?
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Beautiful!
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Thank you!
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Wonderfully poetic
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Thank you 😊
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I can’t get the image of a pregnant moon out of my head. Beautiful poem.
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Thank you! 😁
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🖤🖤🖤
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💚🌻
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Love the ” lavenders / decorated with purple dreams” Great work!
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😊
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Beautiful! 💓
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Thanks!
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Gorgeous the last lines of this sweet poem!
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Like the colour lavender. 😀 Beautifully carved. 🙂
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Delightful! 💜
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Oh Goodness! This painted such a beautiful image in my head. I feel at peace ❤
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Thank you, your comment made me happy like the warm sun🌞
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Amazing. Love these words, Cassa. 💜
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Thanks Jeff! 💚
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A pregnant moon- lovely imagery!
Blessings!
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So perfect! The last line is pure genius Cassa:)
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😀😊
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Wonderful ending!
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