He must feel blooded with the spirit of a god
to sit opposite you and listen, and reply,
to your talk, your laughter, your touching,
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I still don't get it, it was there for the asking from centuries ago, you chose to be blind deaf and dumb just like dumbo.
An insightful rendition written with clarity of thought and mind. Thanks for sharing.................................................
But what I feel, sitting here and watching you, so stops my heart and binds my tongue that I can't think what I might say to breach the aureole around you there. a very good poem. bitter and sweet emotion.s tony
It's as if someone with flint and stone had sparked a fire that kindled the flesh along my arms and smothered me in its smoke-blind rush. Paler than summer grass, it seems I am already dead, or little short of dying. Nice piece of poetical work. Thanks for sharing it.
Oh, such yearning! So amazing to know it was written long long ago yet speaks just as readily to our hearts as it did back then.! PH, give us more of this quality writing please. We like being stunned and amazed and rather speechless..
...........so amazing, the feelings of admiration and jealousy are both described absolutely accurate ★
Awesome style as also contents of this marvelously envisioned poem. Thanks for sharing it here.
Stunning poem. I was held riveted to the images. Well penned.
It's as if someone with flint and stone! ! Nice piece of work.
Can't tell you how jealous I am of everything about u, including the women. That's how straightforward mundane n silly I am.