This is a poem that I wrote yesterday.
It happens that I sometimes wish
to capture in my words the summer’s beauty,
its golden shape beneath the garden leaves,
impossible to grasp and almost futile.
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Discover me beneath the summer sky,
let me discover you in orange light of sunset,
embrace the breeze that makes the kites go high
and breathe the moonlight down from season’s goblet.
&
Under the night sky full of stars the poets tell
a passion lost in time is Summer’s spell.
Wonderful! ❤
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Thanks! ❤
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Felicitări 🎊!
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Multumesc! 🙂
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Superb, Ana! ❤️
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Ma bucur ca iti place!
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Great poem, my friend! 😍😍😍😘
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Thank you! ❤
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I love your style! I like how you express all!
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Thanks you so much! Have a lovely evening! 🙂
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Minunată! Felicitări, Ana!
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Multumesc mult, Oli! ❤
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Deosebita poezia Ana 😘! Imi place mult!
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Multumesc, ma bucur! 🙂
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Nice poem!
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Thanks! Have a wonderful evening!
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Lovely!!!!😍👏
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Yay! ❤
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Reblogged this on adropofinspiration and commented:
Hope you enjoy it still…
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👍👏
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Multumesc!
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… and all I want is this summer go away faster… (nu știu dac-am scris corect 😀).
în versuri e frumoasă, dar live… :)))
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Cand se lasa seara e chiar fain, dupa parerea mea, probabil de aceea si momentul surprins in poezie e unul crepuscular, chiar nocturn. E greu sa fii poetic in zilele toride, daca nu esti undeva la nord. 😀
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