nostalghia

There is holly in the I...

Oh my god, the foreverness in lonliness
A homesick ache fills my tummy,
I'm overwhelmed.
I have to come back later... the last line...crushes

dearest Nomoth this is so deep fellow poet
you soul seems like a still river far beneath ground
churning your life blood into poetry...

awesome ❤

Thank you Crimson so much.

It really does mean so much to me that you liked this.

big love and respect

There is strength when we come together...epic

absolutely. Thanks so much JT

so, not only do find time to write... but you find time to do so eloquently & profoundly
aaaaaaaaand there are pictures 😱😱😱
colour me impress'd

Okay...
Nomoth....i googled ...nostalghia
Wow...your capture of essence in direction, nature.
Unbelievable how great you are.
I love your poetry so much... It's like heroine and I am obliterated of anything but the need to feel it.

So elequent and yet you are able to capture the essence of the moment, a true poet you are!

You are a writer of the moors (compliment). Something Bronte-esque. Love how the wild white horse is central feature to the whole piece of art. Rob

You capture a kind of living fragility. You are a poet that touches butterfly wings without disturbing them. This is a bittersweetly beautiful contemplation. I've been over it several times, just letting it touch into me with its gentle fingers.

So beautifully written beyond words. I echoed what Daniel said.

Love
Jasmine