where dreams may cross,without wavering between profit and loss
some people do make sun shine in our eyes..others make our heart burn...
Was there a quiver in her flank?
There are those people. Wonderful magic in this.. Others get run over instead.
At that time she would have been a dusky maiden.
Abin, your poem has a sense of mystery. I want to know the before and the after as well.
this is a nice momentgraciasfelicidades
Some beauty is like the sun itself. I always worry when driving and stunned by such beauty that I will hit something else that I did not see!
This painted such a lovely picture that, like Mary, I wanted the whole story. Lovely, Abin.
This was different and very tantalizing thoughts!ZQ
Love the mystery and beauty of this poem!
Very solid moments well blended.
Nice sketch...these moments we keep sometimes all life rolling the slides in our mind eye unconsciously...
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