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
Flicker of Thoughts 
Beautifully painful š
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Sometimes it feels that way. š
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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. š¹
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Thanks Michele! š
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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 š¤š¤
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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 š Thank you. Greetings from the south of Spain šŖš¦š
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Hermoso š
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Nice š
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