She is the poetry written by the Almighty Himself and I am the reader, falling for each line, not rushing, not skimming, but pausing where the words grow warm, where meaning leans close and whispers my name.
She is A metaphor and miracle, a language my heart somehow already knew.
Every chapter of her unfolds a new truth and I find myself underlining moments, I never want to forget.
I don’t try to edit her,
I don’t dare correct the rhythm of her becoming.
I read her as she is in awe, in surrender, in gratitude
because some poems aren’t meant to be understood,only felt.
And if I am lost in her verses,
let it be known this is the kind of lost that feels like home.
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Author:
Job Welime (
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- Category: Love
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"some poems aren't meant to be understood, only felt" a line that rings so true to my heart. This poem is felt and with its wonderful images and analogies it earns a fave from me
Beautifully written ❤️
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