Friday, July 28, 2017

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ROSE BUDS AND DEW
There among the misty clouds,
In that place of dreams,
Where travelers slip through,
Depths of vision and waver

Then again,
You were, for real, who knew but me and you,
Our first? meeting -

There you were breaking my ♥ heart,
For the first time,
May be even once 💕 hearts ,
Ought to be broken.
All of first gifts are given
From the same cloud

There you are ever first,
To remain in my love,
Steadfast: as dream, reality, better half,
Better still, my first everything that ever matters.
ROSE BUDS AND DEW © gillena cox 2017

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Paul prompts: "Please pen me a poem that speaks in some way of a 'First Time,' one already met or perhaps to come."


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SOUL MATES

8 comments:

  1. Such a beautifully tender journey into past memories.. sigh..

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    1. Thanks for your appreciation Sanaa

      much love...

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  2. This is as delicate and fine as a tender blossom opening for the first time. Thank for joining Gillena. Much Love.

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    1. Happy you dropped in to read mine Paul

      much love...

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