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Matrix
These celestial things,
They have their own pathways
And sometimes…
Solitude is an event
Horizon -
Sending us into anti-gravity:
Floating away...
But then, you see something
That anchors
The
Perception.
I watched her
From afar,
Her apportioned finger
Moving in lines
Sweeping -
Smooth,
As her lips moved
In secrets
That soothed:
As though she had found my soul
In embossed aspects
Of a dot matrix -
That only
She
Could read.
Published 15th Feb 2022
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16th Feb 2022 7:11am
Your personal lens, that you view life through.... your perspective on life, is truly beautiful.... unique and absolutely beautiful, Cipher. (like this poem)
What a gorgeous statement this poem makes. It fills me with such palpable joy and warmth.
Much thanks for that.
🌹 - 💙
B
What a gorgeous statement this poem makes. It fills me with such palpable joy and warmth.
Much thanks for that.
🌹 - 💙
B
16th Feb 2022 8:02am
