who am I?
I am like fine china,
made of fragile things,
Kaolin and quartz , filled with love,
pulled by tides I cannot to resist.
Who am I
Either I am nobody or a stargazer, I am,
the axis of a galaxy I like to call ecstasy.
I trace the stars like a map,
The sun marks the heart of it all,
That is where my mother lives.
When I drift beyond the known paths,
every path circles back,
to my own Sirius and vega.
Who am I
I am moonstruck, in darkness, I am,
Lost between wrapped up shadows,
Of doubt and of fear,
Where only your name echoes.
Lost between dreams and reality,
Of what could be and what is.
Hope is a thing that does not end.
Thusly, I said “it cannot rain ceaselessly, Someday, the sun will shine.”
Who am I
They say I am the temptress, I think not,
I bare my back not in boldness,
Never to ravish your eyes.
The stitches, from dashes now scars,
The threads, now memories,
The battle wounds, now lines.
I wish to whisper, possibly in an ear.
I am rather shy, but what I keep under hush. Must somehow touch the air.
Who am I
I am an artisan in battle , my pen; the blade.
I write lines meant to be seen,
not to wound you, but tell a story,
that lingers long after the light has gone.
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Domilla.N (Pseudonym) (
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I love the way you are !
Thank you ☺️ . You really know how to make someone blush and happy
Really a quality text !
We are many things to many people actors that play many roles. A lovely poem that tells its story. Loved it
They are more of brief descriptions of the books I have written
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