A home
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my valiant soul
A dreamer and a believer for the upliftment of women rights. A published poet, author, writer. Believes in dancing and cooking amazing food for hungry souls at times. Loves to write and write till the moon is satisfied. My writings can be found at Visual Verse, Indian Periodical, Sick Lit mag, Duane's Poetree, Thistle magazine, among various others. Curator of Olive Skins. View all posts by my valiant soul
Loneliness growing like sunflowers. – Ethereal!
Reminded me of song ‘they say home is where your heart is, but my heart is wild and free’ 🙂
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❤️❤️
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Wow. Amazing. Ffull of the most colourful and delicious phrases. Just beautiful
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Thank you Lorraine.
Means a lot.
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The way you end the poetry. Just amazes me.
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Thank you so much.
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Bewitching words spun into a haunting tableau. 🙂
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Thanks darlin.
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My favorite poem by you…and very surrealism of poetic imagery. 🙂
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You are the sweetest!
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🙂 Bless you my friend. 🙂
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Nice.
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Thank you.
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So deep and relatable
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Thank you!
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Your welcome
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I look at your eyes like a cathedral fixed into my bare back..such pious and gorgeous lines. This poem of yours speaks about the hunger we have for our homes, our place, our sustenance.
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