I am not ready
For the world to see
My deepest thoughts
About you
I bury them
Between lines of a story
In an ode to nature
Even
Among a bunch of old photos
Fading away faster
Than my memory
Hidden
I am not ready
For the world to see
My deepest thoughts
About you
I bury them
Between lines of a story
In an ode to nature
Even
Among a bunch of old photos
Fading away faster
Than my memory
Beautifully painful 💜
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Sometimes it feels that way. 💚
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‘Sometimes’ I never feel ready …
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Hiding from the world is impossible, it always puts us ahead in some way.
A pleasure to read you.
Greetings.
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Thank you Lincol for your comment.
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You’ve written a beautiful poem that includes one of the gifts of writing poetry. 🌹
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Thanks Michele! 😊
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You have a gift of making the melancholy sound beautiful.
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Thank you Rob.
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I love this 🖤🖤
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Nivel post.
Do we follow each other? I started following your blog. I hope you also follow mine ( https://pkmundo.com/) and so we grow together in likes and comments Please reply 🙏 Thank you. Greetings from the south of Spain 🇪🇦👋
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Hermoso 💕
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Nice 😊
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