Blind love, gentle dove I have my heart toward only you. It beats furiously, yearning for all of you. How could I not see the historical trauma you've had to flee? You've arrived in front of me to just be, Wise serpent beautifully. May the dove have an option to choose. To gently love or fly free. A blind love flees; real love sees your true self is no mystery.
Us together was exemplary devastation and even in pieces, I yearned for more... Us together now is pure conservation even perpetual I want more... Can I compare you to my lovely day? But you are the art more lovely and more adumbrate... Your cherry blossom hue never gonna wash away by heavy showers of rain I'm not even gonna let ragged wind shake my darlings, Dovey... You can savour me... But only with your eyes... And I will vow with mine.. then there will be no surprise... May our path be cohered forever and get entwined... We can epoch our kiss in a barrel then we not gonna need chardonnay wine... What signifies how intimate we shall be?? Not what you are but what you're to me... But you are so far away... And we are planning to make our stay... we are staying under the blanket of starry nights... And it's a sight to behold because we gonna see two moons collide... As long as the sun shines we traverse and expands... May we reach the end of it all and may this never ends...
Autumn mornings filtered gentle daylight on sunbeams across cityways and warm-tinted sidewalks, upbeat lofi humming with the dove's sorrowful song, while weaving past the struggles days bring.
Hi everyone! I finally got down to creating that lit magazine :) The Instagram is @autumnmorn.mag It's still a work in progress, with an official website, logo, and application/submission forms in the process, but within a few months it should be up and running!
Birds live to be free, Don't catch them when they are in trees... They are not supposed to be in cages, And to be sold in wages; We can't see their tearful cries, Cause we force them to die; They want free air, In cages they live without their mother's care; The symbol of peace is dove, But we lock them in cages without any love...
In today's world not only birds are caged but also humans are caged in their own thoughts . This poem brings out their condition
the dove labored by his own beak; the last breathed breath
lungs are filled with the salt of the sea **** to the shackled, the non-free do you care, or is it a play to see what you can get breathe in what's left of the clean we polluted divinity diluted of air cleared, not yet