Little stones in the lake we cast. (Their ripples caressed.)
Hypnotic to our eyes, they vanished in one purple embrace.
The lake remained himself.
We rustled vowels to the sea. (Their sounds conjoined.)
Harmonic convergence of our hearts the vowels absorbed.
The sea remained herself.
Mountains of words we climbed. (Their paths intertwined.)
Hailed to our minds, they broke our bond.
(Love remained untouched.)
©Daniela Marin
Ah…gorgeous poem, Daniela 💕
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Thank you, my dear Gabriela! ❤
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My pleasure
xoxo
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What do you know about mine? :)))
xoxo
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🙂
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Beautiful! ❤️Thank you! 🌻❤️🤗
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Thank you, ❤
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Some things are constant no matter what. This is beautiful.
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That’s true. Thank you!
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Every single person’s experience on this planet has a everlasting effect, however it may be tiny, tiny effect.
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Thank you for your comment.
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