Tag: Micropoetry
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Intoxicated in warmth.
my eyes look in vain a yearning for a soft touch an answer to my eyes’ imploring gaze searching for the warmth beckoning like a window lit in gold against the night curtains fluttering ..calling me calling me.. towards an undying hearth where I can be intoxicated in warmth. ***
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Another’s Eye
To be seen differently, To be spoken to differently than you were taught to. To see yourself beheld through Another’s eye ..and see someone, alien Someone who can dare to call themself beautiful even love a little more preciously.. ~R.B. Follow my blog with Bloglovin
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