People say there is magic in spring
I do not believe in magic
But that first spring of our love
As our searching fingers
Sketched paintings invisible
On our skin
And our eyes met in silence
Unknown to any one of us
You and I
Became we
Ever since
Magic indeed
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Poetry is my passion. I am not a methodical writer. I have no set topics to write about. What I feel, perceive, think about, I will like to share in this blog. I open my mind to the world. Like the weather, sometimes my poems are cloudy, sometimes stormy. I always like to see sunshine streaming through the leaves of trees, so I hope I can share some of those sunshine with my readers.
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Beautiful magic.
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Thank you.
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Welcome.
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Love the beauty of words and the concision of this poem.
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Thank you so much Marta.
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You are welcome, Pranab.
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You must “wow” your wife with you love songs. Very nice. 😀
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😊😊😊
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We can be so magical. Well, not we as in you and me, oh heck you know what I mean.
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Absolutely, I know what you mean Drew.
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