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 Aug 2020
Imran Islam
I always run from love
when it comes so close to me,
I am not afraid of you but for me!
I am sweet for real so sweet I can be
You never tasted my sweetness.

I have felt love again and it's yours,
It melted my little restless heart!
Dear, you are like a wizard
Lately, I feel I'm so small
I am invisible for love!

You came to me like a wizard of love
and you just twisted my head
I feel too much fear of love
if I lose myself in you
I know, you're not less!

You blinded my eyes with love
and now you're going far away!
You felt, how much I love you
That you have this feminine energy
to blind anyone with your love, and I am!
Thoughts and words of love, thanks ❤️🙏
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 Aug 2020
Veritia Venandi
True love is like a boomerang...

No matter how far it goes away...

Eventually, at the end of the day:
"It will return to you! "
Reflections :)
Thanks for reading this ❣
 Aug 2020
Mrs Timetable
Don't bring me petals
Plucked to perish
Leave the flowers
In the ground to thrive
I would rather have
Your words to cherish
Planted in me grounded
Always blooming
With surprise
It only took one rose and one poem for "us" to be.  I requested "no more flowers please",  but many many many more poems. I got my wish.
 Aug 2020
Haley Harrison
My gaze flickering across this landscape divine -

a whirlwind of sentiments unfolds.

Yet a single word echoes across my mind:

mine, mine, mine.


These hills, these trees, the distant shore,

as sure as the breeze caressing the steeple:

they are part of me, and more -

I am at home, safe, with my people.


I feel it, I know it, the comfort it sings -

whispers of safety, a lullaby to my broken wings:

familiar and gentle, deep in my bones,

the ancestry calling from ancient white stones.


Rosemary, lavender, olives, and fig trees,

they tell me of history, of proud victories;

of battles, of sadness, of stories untold,

the generations with lingering spirits of old.


This is my land, I belong here;

the soft hum of time; a smile and a tear.
30.07.2019.
Visignano, Istria (Croatia)

(Latin, mea terra = my land)
 Aug 2020
John Destalo
it is something
wonderful

to feel like
you are

understood
by someone

it is the one
time you belong

for some of us
it is a fleeing

moment

we treasure all
our lives

it is like
all the precious

metals in the
world became

one and we
bury it deep

so we can
discover it

again
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