A Lady Under The Cloud
We make intentions on the ice hills of ideas, feelings fade in the tunnel of pink waterfalls. We are hiding the weaknesses of emotions in the power of conceptual solutions, you are a scam of incredible reality. The air is magically disadvantageous in the silence of your heart, the storm of sigh triggers a new love adventure.
We leave traces in secret places of secrets, you have chosen the right place to meet with the energy of a new horizon of passion. You walk through the thoughts of people while you are playing with emotions, you are an ordinary passion in the hands of the creator.
Kiss me strongly on the top of the iceberg, feel the fire in the tummy of a volcano that passes through thirsty lips. Take the chains off the walls of prejudice and skip your shadow of the past, you are the initiation of crazy pursuits in the imagination of a scientist.
Achieve the climax of passion in the enthusiasm of the free spirit, turn the sea of victory through the star track. We forgot the dragon in the power of spiritual ecstasy, we set new goals in the hands of challenges. We met under clouds of mysticism, practical contacts raise the price of your value on the throne of success.
- Original poetry written by @dobartim
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as always I like you to deliver the lines of your poetry.
Upvoted.
Thanks for sharing, my dear friend
Poetry is life and you live in it @dobartim
The silence of the heart leaves traces in secret places that only return with the thoughts
Everything is beautiful!
I wrote 2 poems back when I was in college, at that time I feel like some kind of a poet but when I read this.... gaaaaaad how did you do that? I admire how you can express your thoughts into words with the perfect arrangements! keep posting sir!
You are the master of words... and the lady images you use are very stunning..
always awesome
i comment with this
gentle face and gaze glimpsed a woman
finely spoken words and manjanya
do not think it's not a weapon
a myriad of magma will spill when exploded
no place to hide and run
although he did not pursue, but it will drag you
entered in his powerful arms
until you can not breathe anymore
and will infiltrate in every niche of your soul
only the power of love can penetrate the soul
looking at the fading trail
on the horizon of love
on the tops of the pine which began to dry dew drops
warm regard from Central Java Indonesia
Awesome poem my love for poetry is high
Beautiful lines sir.
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