What mystery sensation, wind!
a thrust of heavenly breath whose
invisible myre is the source of being
the passing of an invisible star
a cloud whose dress is stolen from
celestial bodies at yet, another dawn.
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nice,i am proud of this poem very much and I looooooooooooooooooove it !
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Ah! I cannot agree more ...
with the words of CaliOkie: you earn the title POET.
To read you, is to feel this BREATH you described so eloquently ... and to know its Origin.
How are you, my friend? Sending hugs to you, on the swirls of a High Wind ...
Love
Myra
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What inspiration sensation this: Poet! You earn that title, with caps and exclamation point, with every write. Your few word encompass the entire sky and your metaphor of the stolen dress is perfect. You work your metaphors in so gently and so naturally that they become an organic part of your poem and never call undue attention to themselves.
I am in awe of your talent and skill, which seem to be in a race with each other and are currently neck and neck. But more than that, you have a wonderfully unique view of the world and your approach to your work demonstrates such respect for your material and for the reader. I wish to see the world through your eyes and I get just a glimpse of it through your poetry. It's beautiful.
Thank you for yet another stunning beauty. You are some poet!
CaliOkie
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