the reverberation of a hidden well…freed.
It defied odds of probability
Epitomizing the face of love
Bright, soft, most titillating
It was as if, you stole hope
From my most inner longing
Colored and then redisplayed
Adding your voice-over tone
Knowing I’d be lured to you
With those promising words
A masterful stroke of genius
Picture perfect for the imperfect
As I- merely a diehard romantic
I twas the moth, and you…the fire
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Poet of the Light © 2020
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Very beautiful. You may have an extra ‘t’ in the last line.
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Thank you, Ben.
I often change up for some archaic words “was for twas.” artistically but thanks for noticing and the shout out on it.
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Very beautiful poem
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Thank you for saying so.
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It’s a pleasure
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How do u know she wasntvtge moth and u the fire
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IF it was about me, it would be from my perspective and not hers.
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Oh geez 🙄
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Dismissive now?
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If I carried on with this one it just would’ve went in circles
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Or too late because you went of the cliff in the first place…
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