I have felt the touch of your heart fleeing its way to safety............
I have seen love embrace tears of a heart in winds of clarity, waiting in the curve of a smile. It seems sweet lips serenade with songs breathing pleasure into tides of the hardest miles.
I have known a rhyme to climb the mountains of idle hours reminding me I was born to create a dream. One that calls out softly to you from the land of my heart’s compassionate seams.
I have felt the touch of your heart fleeing its way to safety, watching distance fade to a whispered mark. When I pull it close my own flutters with no need to ask if you are my other part.
In favor of the brevity of all things spoken to be the measure of the depth and quality of the feeling expressed....I would say that the 3rd Stanza should be the only stanza on this piece..it rivals anything you have written in about the last month..and that is making a very bold statement...the choice of art work is masterfully chosen...please add this to my crazy review group Neva?..Laury
Another deliciously sweet piece that seems to come right out of my soul. Do you per chance have the ability to read my mind? It seems so quite often.
Thanks for sharing Ms. Flores
The hardest miles...when ones internal emotions are closing in on us and we tend to close up as we no longer want to feel...
I have seen love embrace tears of a heart
in winds of clarity,
waiting in the curve of a smile.
It seems sweet lips
serenade with songs breathing pleasure
into tides
"A rhyme to climb the mountains . . . " Every word is a step taken further to the other part of your soul, your love. Beautiful Neva, I don't know how many time I can say it.
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