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Adagio in Calligraphy
The wind wisps;
I follow the hollow
of your slim wrists
To the
place of grace
at
Your
Finger tips,
Holding the wheel
in that
way
of yours,
Sun on your face
I
can
Feel,
In choirs
of opening doors:
This is the place
I always wanted to be,
Just to be
Me
As an adagio
breeze
speaks
in
Calligraphy,
Into the shape of an O.
O
To know
the
knowledge
of
You.
Published 27th Oct 2021
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27th Oct 2021 6:17pm
Zero Stillness, never ending circle, this feels like a very personal write, beautiful
28th Oct 2021 12:22pm
27th Oct 2021 11:23pm
To me this is like riding in a convertible. Widows down. Sun beaming down sharing music and time
with someone you cherish - and has amazing slender wrists on the steering wheel.
A sense of excitement as to where the ride goes.
So much to love about this poem.
with someone you cherish - and has amazing slender wrists on the steering wheel.
A sense of excitement as to where the ride goes.
So much to love about this poem.
28th Oct 2021 12:23pm
That is a beautiful picture you have painted...
Glistens and gleams in streams from neuron to neuron...
Thank you so very much Adelphina.
Glistens and gleams in streams from neuron to neuron...
Thank you so very much Adelphina.
28th Oct 2021 11:33am
28th Oct 2021 12:23pm
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- Edited 20th Nov 2021 4:45pm
3rd Nov 2021 9:43pm
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