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VANTAGE [VIEW]POINT
Who am I
to be loved and to be
showered with divine graces-
the wondrous gift of enthralled
glimpses that I only have
to touch with
my eyes.
Because- far beyond
most brilliant words are enthralling
specks magnified- beyond sights of
blissful moments that
consumed my soul.
Sights-that I’ve always
tried to catch with my eyes- like
a dream that merely passes through
but my hands won’t even
dare to touch.
I am, indeed is- but
a living part of those tiny specks-
lost in the vastness of
the universe, yet I
feel loved- and
I love.
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[...] Original post by drippingmind [...]
excellent poems you write.
hi ava, thank you so much,
you’re stone that caught my eye
i didn’t see specks til you smile
awesome; to touch; i never try
so happy watching you up in sky
that keeps me
wondering why.
LOL!
guess if am serious or not, ha!
its simply beautiful, too beautiful.