by : Bacardi Gold
25/Nov/2020

Sleepless night
Befriending me
Talking in my mind
Moving like the wind
Whispering in my ears
Building stories for my heart
Darkness with scorching sun
The eyes of dawn closed
To fantasize the realities
Until the light’s curtain drops in quiet repose…
Beautiful poem. I visit your blog for the lovely warm photos of ocean, sand, and sky while all I can give back in return right now is my Canadian snow!
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Thank you so much for the visit. It means a lot. I really want to often visit some posts to inspire me on issues I’m not expecting to come in my mind. Yours have something which touches me for no reason at all. I just feel something that make me write. More visits to come.
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but me I have a freind who like to told me that all nights are blacks 😏😏😏
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The ones I used in my poem are metaphors which suggest resemblance or represent something . Thank you for taking time reading my works, Jules and thanks for the support. Be safe.
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yeah brother I sow that you had use them but when I was reading it my friend was come back in my minds
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As some people say, when you remember a friend, that friend of yours also remember you.
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Great poem! Thanks for sharing your words!!
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Thanks for the visit and read. It’s my pleasure..
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Ci sono le notti insonni…ma in un luogo come quello della foto la pace è assicurata anche di giorno e le inquietudine dell’anima si calmano.
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Sono d’accordo con lei. Puoi portare il tuo amato per un po ‘di privacy ed essere in pace con il mondo.
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Beautiful!
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thank you so much…
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