Wake me up
Before sunrise,
With little flutters,
Love and devotion,
As time unravels,
I ask a gift,
Will you teach me
How to fly?
Hands pure,
Souls clean,
Your ember eyes
Guard me like
A precious thing,
I spread my wings,
Reaching out
To touch the sky.
Childish squeals
Into silky gold,
Each vibration
Rippling through
A sensitive heart,
You notice, laugh,
I feel no fear, for
I am distracted,
Chasing the sun.
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Kora (Pseudonym) (
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Here I am waiting for the sun to get to me… this poem has a lot of ambiguity, what’s typically your inspiration?
It's going to sound strange but I genuinely don't know 😅
It's a moment where I feel a strong emotion and a concept pops into my head, a moment where I feel very at one with nature, a memory.. A lot of different things
Ah, your work always reminds me of a blend of relationships and nature
A wonderful innocent write from a child's view of a nurturing world. Lovely
Thank you Soren ♥️
You are most welcome
I do hope that angel, or whoever is aiding you in this enterprise is cautious. I do not want to read about a young female poetic Icarus falling onto these pages in a blaze of fiery glory...
If you do it will be entirely my own fault 🙈
Don't worry, he'd never let my wings melt.
Oh the glories of faith.
I do admire the acceptance of personal responsibility at such a young age....👍😜
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