by : Bacardi Gold
06/april/2022

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sometimes i walk
without my shadow following
with closed eyes
my spirit is on call wandering
in the black of time
it glides over the sea
not mindful of its mercurial height
until the zigzagging drop
became the close-mouthed dawn
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Until you can reach that elusive love and then you can stop being a wandering ghost. Excellent poem and an impressive photo to create the perfect frame for your verses. Greetings
Manuel Angel
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Thank you so much for the comment and visit. I’m inspired all the more to write, Manuel.
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You are welcome
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Beautiful imagery!
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Thank you so much, Dawn !
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Alongside the artwork, this poem is moving and beautiful!
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Thank you for the words, Jaya ! You’re so kind.
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love this thought Bacardi! 💖
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Thank you, Cindy 💖
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Che bella!
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Thank you so much.
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