In one infinite second
Your hair draw spirals
In the translucent mist
Of my morning thoughts
Casting my heart
Away from the mind
Piercing the shield
I patiently forged
One infinite second
A tick of the clock
My castle burns down
But the dungeons remain.
Oh! From one end of the emotional spectrum to the other. That was sadly beautiful. Broken hearts take a long time to heal sometimes. {{{HC}}}
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This morning dream haunted me, I needed to let it out. Thank you for your words and for reblogging, sweet Calen.
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This is such a beautiful poem. And though it’s very personal, anyone who has ever had a broken heart or relationship will identify with it. Beautifully written, my friend.
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Very nice.
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Thanks a lot, my friend!
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Rapunzel?
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Yeah, funny reading 🙂
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Did it give you a laugh? 😉
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A good one 😉
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I’m glad 😀 you need to laugh more often.
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Your poem is so beautiful especially the first verse. It is a snapshot of a tremendous story. It is the story of every romance ever written about. I’m reminded by the end of the poem of a friend who told me it only takes a day to fall in love. It’s taken him more than 10 years to get over that depraved aftermath, which took place only a week into this fabled romance. He was a Microsoft scholar with a PhD but was homeless literally a second into his fantasy relationship while interning in a new country. Completely senseless. I don’t believe in crashing and burning through a romance. But most people won’t have it any other way.
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Thank you SB. I didn’t believe in such a sudden and overwhelming feeling either… Early morning’s hugs and kisses ☺️💙
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You’re lovely, thank you. x
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Love this! One of your more powerful pieces. How a single curl can stop time and the heart of the man who loves her; beautiful!
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Thank you so much…
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In reading this I didn’t think of past love but, a present one. So perhaps your heartbeat hasn’t fully returned to its regular scheduled program. That being said: in seeing it as a current love it invoked images of a man watching the woman he loves sleeping peacefully. Most women dream of such a love.
I just want to print this on a bookmark and tuck it in a beloved book for safe keeping. Well done!
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Yes, my heart still skips a beat, as soon as my mind is inattentive. And about past or current love, the boundaries are blurred just like between dream and reality, as Plato said in his beautiful poem here: http://www.platosgroove.com/?p=1977. I have been watching her sleeping for hours, in my previous life. I still watch her sleep sometimes, these have been and are my deepest moments with her, whether they’re real or not. But I guess that waking up and seeing someone staring at you can also be scary sometimes 😀
I don’t have words enough to tell you how much you did touch me with your last sentence. Thank you with all my heart, Davonna.
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Your are most welcome as usual Antonio.
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