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i knew what she meant
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Oh my ears, and her soft voice
they conjured up a vision
For she saw me in her sleep
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or is it me that’s dreaming?
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Very strange poem. I must say it is sad and It is something comepletly different from you, Or my English is bad – I don´t know!
this one’s maybe a year or two old now,
it is sad, but i was hoping it would seem positive so that i can hide the pain of rejection
(stupid material desire)
the last line turned out to be prophetic lol our spiritual ideas seem to clash
of lavender and lazuli is also of the same lady.
come to think of it, she was the only person to fully understand some of my work, so much so, she is the only person to have a copy of four pieces
thanks for the thoughtful comment
(:
It is a good poem, don´t get me wrong.
But I just realize that is strange from your usuall writing, your style.
I gave you a compliment!
i know
and thank you,
even if it wasn’t a compliment, i would still value your comment
It means also that I can recognize your style!
And to notice something that is “not there”!
i kind of understand that this one is slightly different, especially as i’m not comfortable writing about women, which may be evident hehehe
but when i read this (in my own internal voice), it reads the same as my other works.
this conversation has made me realise that i’ve never posted rhymes of my child, (i’ve only written two because it’s so difficult to catch the dynamic expression), maybe i will soon.
I loved the 2nd stanza, the little things that make us who we are. Sometimes we get so caught up on the big things, we forget that happiness is in the little things.
thank you
This is such a soft and vulnerable poem…I like it…it’s different from your usual style
…which by the way I also like!
thank you
it was difficult to write
Wonderful, thank you I enjoyed reading this poem.
I think maybe it is governed by the reader’s viewpoint or perhaps (lack of) context, given some of the comments saying this was a ‘sad’ poem, but to me it was touching and uplifting.
thank you
for me, i wrote it under mixed emotions of hope and fear, i’m not surprised that different people are reading it in different ways
This to me is elevating as well. A mirror to my beloved’s whispers !
“conjured up a vision”- this is the most touching line. For me, all the words gravitate to this image.
<3 it !!!
Luego,
i was curious about the Beloved Whispers so googled it, is that your book published?
Unfortunately, no. It is still in the process. SO much work goes into a small book even. I underestimated this.I am stuck at the title though :/ No words seem suitable enough. Help me out
Regards,
well i think Beloved Whispers is a nice title
I love it too
And I will be sending you a copy whenever its published 
I hope you won’t mind that.
Luego,
i would be honoured
Yayyy !!!
she definitely helped me dare to dream in 3D
thanks again