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When history exhausts
Our vulnerable journey
Clothed in our immutable
Fatigue
And yet no place can be
Found unworthy
To explore
To live
To feel its eternity
Through the kingdoms
To come
In the tenderness
Of a soul that
Will never dispel
My love for a rose ©
#myphoto
“Love is a canvas furnished by nature and embroidered by imagination." #Voltaire (1694-1778)
#Mypainting
The night comes
Thriving my passionate
Fire like a reckless creature
Never to be found
Hidden by winter cries
The flesh is still palpable
Like the caress of a faraway moan
Deep inside my chest
I question the word self-trust
And the magic waves
Of your reflection ©
#mypoetry
Moment by moment
I stumble
Moment by moment
I fall
Then I rise
For no reason
I look up once more
To find
A blessed
Imperfection
To become my reason
To exist
I see my conflicting life
A freezing point
Light and heat remain ©
Fleeting moments
Of nature’s warmth
I drink from the lips of life
I embrace the end
Of every journey
With God-given love
Frantic laughter
Pouring tears
Quivering in the dark
like secret lovers
In the arms of
New sweetness ©
#mypoetry #writing #reading #art
#artbyPaulMouret -
"Idle youth, enslaved to everything; by being too sensitive I have wasted my life."
#ArthurRimbaud
I am egocentrically concerned about the future of my ego...
Soon will be past
Memory dies
Grant me forgiveness
Through darkness
And light.
I can rest in what I believe
In my sacred body
When I praise
Your broken heart
And the reflection
Of my soul
So far
So lost.
Never close
The door to a wounded warrior
Where love linger
And heal. ©