Disenchanted evening yearn night’s assuring embrace
Soft twilight hands gather the strewn feelings for comfort
Whimpers from deeply nestled ache comes forth to heal
Time adjusts a bit and rewinds memories for cosmic glance
Carmine shades seeps deep to enthuse the flow of positive feel
There is always hope in the landscapes of obscure paradise ©
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I love your last line, there is always hope in the landscapes of obscure paradise. beautiful
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This is beautiful and perfectly describes where I’m at in this present moment, there is hope here among the soothing words…
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Kim, when we are in the moment, there are feelings pure that guides us through the faint moments to the bright dawn of realisation.
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Thank you (always!) for your very eloquent responses to my comments, it continues the thread in a lovely, lovely way!
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The way you described with opulent use of language is applaudable.. I’ve always wanted to write like this 👌👌
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This is very good.
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Thank you.
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