I feel your shivers nestling inside me,
I feel the trace of your embrace, I want to cry
In the midst of old dreams, I wonder
And I don't wonder, I run, and I don't run,
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The mysticism weaves its way from beginning to the end which casts its spell upon the reader. Can we call it romancing with nature?
Close eyes and let the imagination run free. Wonderful piece 5+++
Great poetic imageries. I believe dreams are the realization of fantasies in another realm.
I'm in a hurry, your words caress me familiarly, You were so close to me, gentle wind, I wonder why I haven't seen you then, When I was beside you, right across the river i see you rising in me....... a very fine poem. tony
"I close my eyes and find you On the same line, in the same word… in the same breath."5*****