Oh that Spring gale,she’s such a storyteller –awakens the landfiddles with expectations –Welcome post-Winter trickster. (Image my own)
Gathered up all the loveI’d previously rejectedpulled it to melike a well-worn cloakImagined the comfortsuch a vibration would bringoblivion amounting to bliss But love –my interpretation of it –does not nullify painAnd I writhed in its intensitypain physically ingrainedburdened by memories How can this be? I criedIn darkness I turned to loveprojected nirvanauncovered such an […]
Sweet solitudesacred silence, surround meImaginationthrives under your spell – unleashthe magic; I shall create (Art my own, with a nod to AI)
I love orange, for me it is a colour of vitality
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Yes!
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And nothing would rhyme with you, either lol. Beautiful color. It’s all just brown here.
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Lol…pretty sure nothing rhymes with me anyway. Stay warm
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P.J. rhymes with V.J. lol That would make you the perfect person to cuddle with!!
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Yes! Yes! Perfect.
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I thought so, too 😉
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Very nice. Orange brightens everything!
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Thanks. I think so.
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You write it so lovely, VJ–I’m not so found of orange, find it glaring…but you’ve shown me a far different view!
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You are very sweet.
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Wow, this is incredibly beautiful, the words and the imagery you created in these three lines.
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Thanks Hélène – my favourite colour, lol.
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