All up in air,
strong breeze,
I am under a
song bird tree.
Up where I
can see the sky
I see what it is
appears as eye.
Maybe a time
I once there
I feel now
often a stare.
Where the lit
dawn shows in
your smile and
gentle slim chin.
I see you I do,
but break times
I want you to
know I survive.
Past the rancor,
the septic hours
where rot sets in
a vase of flowers.
I look to nature
I everyhwere for
the chance see
you once more.
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Jared, this is wonderful!
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Thank you for that. ๐
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Nice piece. Do you know who is the artist is? Or where you pulled this image from?
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Thank you. It is a really old image I’ve had from Pinterest.
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Youโre welcome ๐ lol i saw it and it inspired me to write a piece.
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Iโd love to use the image, however only if you approve.
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I have no objections. Feel free.
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Thank you for sharing, not just the image, but also your midnight thoughts. ๐
๐๐ผ take care, be safe.
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This poem gives me a sensation of floating as I move through. Very nice, unique.
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Thank you Sir.
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