Night breaks apart like thousand skies on Earth with a hint of mauvish whisper the whisper spills everywhere enveloping things around me. Dreams create illusion of being permanent of sticking to the odd times with a mayhem stuck to the air. You would wish to sit and digest each tiny aspect of dreams with a mind of a spider trying to decode the methods but you would end up missing on your pills. It does not matter anymore the warm shade of conclusions till the time your hands are rooted in the soil till the time you hands feel the pain, yellow or orange. There is something to change the blood into passion, dreams that becomes nightmares colours that become a chalice of poison. It does not matter.
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This is gorgeous and beautiful πΌ
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Thank you so much.
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Even If I wanted , the dreams haven’t been conclusive !!
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This is gorgeous my dear
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Thanks!
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Brilliant – the metaphors and aberrant dreams – doesn’t matter
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You got it!
Glad you liked it.
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My absolute pleasure. You write beautiful. Your writing is like enigma and so are you πstay blessed
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And so is your writing! Profound and powerful.
Thank you for such warm feedback.
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You are very kind. Thanks again. πΈ
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I find a subtle amount of peace in these words. There is a philosophy wrapped up in an imagery and both are beautifully interwoven.
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I adore the fact of how we both share the same level of philosophical sides of poetry. Thank you, beautiful.β₯οΈ
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aah missed your beautiful imagery that you magically create with words! Glad to visit again!
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Hi there!
I missed reading you as well. Thank you for garnering such love.
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Shared this on my Twitter feed. both poem and picture featured are great hooking the reader in! β€
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Is that you, dear, in the Header Image? Just wondering with admiration.
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If you talking about that face..yes that’s me.
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PRETTY FACE! ARE YOU SAYING THAT SOMEONE PUT YOUR HEAD…ON SOMEONE ELSE’S BODY–OR THE PICTURE OF ONE? π
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Okay, i guess now i know what you were talking about! No that’s not me entirely.:)
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AAAAWWWWWW-!
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Congratulations on being chosen as part of my favorite blogs – around the world edition. You can find the post here: https://forgottenmeadows.wordpress.com/2020/06/11/favorite-blogs-around-the-world-edition-2020/
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When have we ever been successful in decoding the dreams and weaving them with success?
The aberrant and its myriad forms.
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