The days of the bloom
26 September 2016
We designed them slow
Mountains in descent of glow
Pinnacles of grief
Steps a downward slip
Grasping understanding lip
Speech an upward myth
Falling into clouds
From skies heavenly blue shrouds
The fog revealing
Counting the mistakes
Piles of hollow riddled stakes
The game show of minds
Never mind she said
We’ll play moving pawns instead
On board black lilies
The days of the bloom
Your eyes white pearls gave them room
From cheek to the Heart
Reading of the poem:
Per le porte del tormento (Handel) Ann Hallenberg & Monica Piccinini
Another beautiful poem Geetha. x
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Thanks Adele 🙂 xoxo
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An inspiring love poem. Geetha!
Let Love Bloom , Bloom , Bloom.
Shiva
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Thank you Shiva! Yes definitely, I think one should give Love the occasion to bloom in all circumstances!
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Everything is beautiful poem,song and the picture.Awesome.
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Thank you for the kind words Shanti
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Beautiful and love the photo.
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Thank you Tosha
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You’re welcome
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Beautiful, Geetha
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Thank you Derrick 😊
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Exqusiite, Geetha!
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Thank you Kunal!
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The loveliness of your post sweeps my breath away!!!!
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Thank you Wendell 🙂 Bless your heart, always!
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beautifully written…cheers
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Thank you Cheers
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