I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
I thought I knew
The color and weight
Of gold until I held you
I'm a shattered mirror. Poetry holds my broken pieces together.
Poetry to Honour the Gods
Dream it till it comes true
Poetry & Literature
And so it goes...
Unlike an Eagle, let me Flap my wings.
Finding Inspiration in the Gifts of Life
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Inside the mind of an immigrant
Love is limitless. Dream, thrive and be alive.
Wow epic.
Thanks for saying so. Means a lot.
You are welcome, Benjamin 😊
Dang you, Benjamin! You’re making me sentimental! What a beautiful poem!
Thank you! Glad you thought so!
Oh my. You’ve been on a minimalist roll, here. This, in tandem with the one after – some smokin’ hot gold! 😍