I asked
if he had to label me
so others understood
what would the label say?
He said it would read,
“Here lies a world
where flowers dance
to music of sunstorms
where dreams float unhurried
in ships unsailed before
where passion sensually speaks
across skin begging for poetry
where reality touches
what you always believed unreal.”
©MidwestFantasy
03/20/2017
‘Mine’
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Oh so sweet my friend. I like that.💜
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This is divine!!
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So glad you liked it! Thank you🌺
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Reblogged this on Creative Writing Reblogged.
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Canvas….Art in the making, a thing of beauty, waiting to be adored for the thoughts behind the masterpiece
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THAT is beautiful!!! Get that written!
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A beautiful poem and a beautiful sentiment. Well done!
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Thanks😊
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You are very welcome my friend
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so lovely..
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Thank you Denise
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Dancer… Matching the lead, able to match any intensity without surpassing. Gliding, step by step, toe to toe, cheek to cheek, waist to waist. Poetic in her movements that you would otherwise love to watch, but you can’t now lest you lose the rhythem. Rising up and down, a beautiful Waltz, together. She knows plenty of other dances as well.
Sorry…. Something like this came up the other day. It reminded me of this post. I was trying to recapture it here.
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I love it! Never apologize for writing. I am glad something inspired you. Keep it up!
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Thanks MF. I’m trying.. have a great weekend…
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