If I could define this moment
In a word it would be stupendous
I feel tougher than before
Like nearing a temporary state
Of invincibility for now everything
I will to succeed cannot fail
My own personal cloud pours
Purple rain over my head and
Bridges once burnt reconstruct
Before my feet as I travel
To exotic lands in my own
Backyard the opportunities are
Rising like dandelions I have
Only to pluck them before
They are blown away
Feel the LOVE, love!!!
Feel the LOVE, love!!! Beautiful!!
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...and he asked her, "do you write poetry? Because I feel as if I am the ink that flows from your quill."
"No", she replied, "but I have experienced it. "
Dream on dream on Dear Mr Diamond
Dream on dream on Dear Mr Diamond
Your humble friend beside you
On some faraway mantled pond
Expecting to see fantasy writes from you
Fantasy is in the emerald air coming to view
©bishu
This is so beautiful I wish
This is so beautiful I wish my dark cloud would rain purple rain and wash away my dread for tomorrow! Don't you dare forget to pluck those opportunities! Hugss stupendous poem!
Don't let any one shake your dream stars from your eyes, lest your soul Come away with them! -SS
"Well, it's love, but not as we know it."