~The Art or Practice of Composing Poems~
Just before dawn
the world holds its breath
as sweet and clean
as a virgin moon,
as sweet and clean
as an expectant mother
whose belly grows round and hopeful
above a shadowless world
where Parisian bakers
munch fresh pastries and
steam rises above cups of hot chocolate
like bittersweet dewdrops
raining early morning shadows
on storks delivering
cooing, giggling, imageries
to the open arms
of those who suckle poesies
at sunrise
I…have a serious question for you..ready? Why…how…are you so beautiful? 😉 🙂 😀
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I echo the previous posters comments, not because I have no words of my own….but just because he is utterly correct! Beautiful, I was transported !
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Thanks so much :)… have a wonderful day
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Delightfully sipping through your words, taking a bite of pastry here and there 🙂 Beautiful, evocative images. It was a lovely read 🙂
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What a kind comment:).. thanks so much:)
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My pleasure 🙂
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🙂
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this is very beautiful poem . loved and enjoyed it very much . God bless you.
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🙂
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thanks
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