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kerli-tulva
kerli-tulva
My third book will be written in Estonian. / Endlessly mourning nature. Searching beauty. / Passionate and kind. Yet melancholic but joyful. //**The poetic, the scientific, the erotic – why should the imagination care which master it served?** - Ian McEwan
Distant persisting fragments endure unstirring in your heart you pick them away piece by piece yet every part is the same sharp as as frosty wind on your cheeks.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 5:02 PM UTC
Serrated
The sea was begging you while you did not listen The sky was crying for you while you looked away The ocean was showing you while you did not notice but the trees were silent while the whole nature waited for you to ascent your eyes, heart and mind.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:51 PM UTC
Vulnerability
A living testament to this world lies in front of the beholder. Nothing is constructed to last the way of origin. Thoughts are changing in the startling swirl of built worlds on top of one another. Access the present with only the past or future what is about to disappear. Destruction can also be beautiful.
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Dec 26, 2020
Dec 26, 2020 at 4:15 PM UTC
Living Testament
Are you present in the presence among the conditional of the essence. Horizon of perfection is unattainable unconditional is a dream unobtainable. The pain we mingle in the heart Is the hope we create in our Art.
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 8:11 PM UTC
Unconditional
The creative energy hidden behind the many hundreds of doors within yourself waiting patiently, reluctantly peeking out when the heart confronts the body. Yet is released within one surge of the shower of stars and awakening of the Universe.
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 5:50 PM UTC
Doors of Mind
The colours of seasons play around the mind wind caressed leaves shiver in the crystal sun with the same resonance mystical familiar harmony. They whisper you secrets from their own worlds of wisdom and time while you listen in silence transforming into music composed by the nature.
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Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 5:37 PM UTC
Transcendence
Sweet Eros you are the inspiration of love in poetry. On the white island among the sea made of your deep blue eyes and skin of marble. Sweet Eros your lush brown hair and your prominent hands of energy and beauty the sweet smell of gardens and fire elicited by you on the island of deepness and peace of mind every sense of your presence is love for your Venus.
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Dec 23, 2020
Dec 23, 2020 at 10:29 PM UTC
Decor
In the dim darkness you sit agains a tree feeling how love is dripping like a melting icicle in the first sun if spring. Down the heart the honey kissed drops slide in softness leaving a mark of their carved path deeply in every vessel. Meeting each other crawling under the skin forming a dense web of darkness and light mingled, entwined in one. You sit agains a tree in the dim darkness feeling the honey kissed tender drops of love slide down your eyes dropping on the sweet quietness of night.
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Dec 22, 2020
Dec 22, 2020 at 6:05 PM UTC
Latent Suavity
The fire's silk immersed blaze crackles quietly amid the dark deeply in the night-set haze lights a distant frailing spark. As the time howls in haste running ahead of its own course there are no words to waste on the paper of heart's remorse. The hands of the wind conjure your notion of life's whole as you sit by the blaze to ponder while time's eyes riddle your soul.
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Dec 17, 2020
Dec 17, 2020 at 6:37 PM UTC
Profundum
In the field I am gathering spring sunny blossoms cherry tree tender branches under the blue sky I pace through gardens braiding a wreath with those soft flowers and at night under the stars I bring my white painted bed to see you better.
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Dec 6, 2020
Dec 6, 2020 at 5:32 PM UTC
Pyrrha