the reverberation of a hidden well…freed.
Like a mirror lacking reflection;
how I shamelessly wish you were blind
to the preconditions of your mind
and see me, as a tangible possibility,
where authentic love is concerned,
so we could embark on a journey
however near our hearts peregrinate.
Perhaps, love wouldn’t be…elusive
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“preconditions of your mind” yes.. well written. We could all benefit from some self-reflection. Are those preconditions useful and good? Or do they hinder us?
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Imo, subject to logical reasoning, conditions always begets limitations, self imposed limitations delivers regrets at a later enlightenment of missed opportunities, especially in matters of ones heart.
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I tend to agree.
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Beautiful piece
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Thank you kindly.
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My pleasure
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