Simplest single rose
to a whole bouquet of women
formal and insignificant I know, but rose
smells even today to me...
intoxicated by the soul deep red as the deepest well,
as blinding eyes seeking deserts to drink on your fate.
The perching wound
landing new on old abrasion
my present captured into dream of immense beauty scent sphere.
Why do I believe?
Because, without, I can't live!
Not you dear, abruptly,
but me.
I have my self found when I see. You see?
Because my love, my water, my spectacle
by you I am revealed <3 to me.
One year has passed... I dream not to spoil by reach...
I drift on spirit...
I drift...
let to be
Delighted that you exist...
My dream in your eyes lives, I hope you'll live profound age,
the most beautiful life I could be.
About the Creator
Iris V.
spirit precedes everything
Two Grumpy Old Men Solve the Problem
Marty and Steve were two grumpy old men who lived together. They had known each other for years. Marty had been a bachelor all his life. Steve said it was because no one could stand to ever live with. Marty’s standard reply was “Well, you are, so what sort of a moron does that make you!”
By Calvin London6 days ago in Humor
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Gratitude, reminiscence, nostalgia, joy but also sorrow is born within me. A blend of emotions so spontaneous. The last couplet made me truly shiver—like a mirror with multiple surfaces and meanings. Βut the most expressive part of the poem for me, however, is: 'Not you my love, abruptly, but me. I have found myself when I see.'"