I lost myself
In the vast wonder of my mind
In the ethereal loneliness of
The folds of my dress
In colors of sunrises
And sunsets.
There’s no pain here, lining
the final whispers of joy
and cheer, of sorrow
But then I find myself
Growing
Prying peace from
the very end
Claiming it mine
Touching my dream
Barely, tenderly,
With fractions of the light.
Flower prompt: poppies— eternal dreams, sleep, peace, death.
Oh this is so beautiful, Maryam ✨ Thank you for sharing this piece ^^
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Beautiful poem Maryam😊 Loved reading it!
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Awww this is beautiful. Loved this poem. Thank you so much for visiting my page as well!
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Beautiful! So many lovely turns of phrase. Really impressive 🙂
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Lovely! I especially like the phrase “prying peace.” So often we think of peace as something that we wait for or that settles onto us spontaneously, but sometimes it must be extracted from a less than ideal environment.
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Beautiful. Thank you!
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“There’s no pain here” this line is so calming. This poem is just wow!
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