pulse
warm sand
blue like glass
light flows through us
moon gathers the waves under her silence
our electricity blends into sound
whispers of rose
tinted dream
hold me
tight
move
slowly
the spirit
into my place
where the gods turn into earthly mortals
and will be toiling like the first Adam
and the daughters
of giants
polish
stone
words less spoken 
Beautifully written and told 💜🌼
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thanks Jen very kind encouragement 🙂 ❤
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Not kind Hon. Truly meant. 🌼💜
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Colega poeta! Loved the flow of each word on this one!
Thanks for sharing
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muito obrigado Poeta, its my take of Adam and Eve’s expulsion from Paradise
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Wow, reading this gives such a soothing feeling. Loved it
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thank you for reading 🙂
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