The greatest compliment I can give....
does not breathe
from this poetry I transude.
It resides in the reflection
staring back at your proprium,
for you are a animated prose you see;
these flowery tête-à-tête can not tingle
as a rara avis Grigori sustenance,
if you do not know
and cosset~
the chief constituent of your own
...chameleon shifting scintilla.
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Comments2
Good to see your words!
And what a profound thing they speak.
True of course but don’t tell anyone I admitted that!
Lips are sealed
You took profound and made it exsquisite!
You are a wizard of words!
Very beautiful
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