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A Coral Atoll

Like incense fills the valves of the chambers of my soul. Love for life, like a gentle river, totally flooded me. Once you came and remained  my sole bright, coral love atoll. Everlastingly gleaming in God's sunlight and moonlight. Ever lifting me to new insights. Stunning, velvet blue butterfly, Resting on my quill filled hand, tonight. Your love, your hands, your Mediterranean eyes, so warm and sparkling, As that eternal instant we met. 'twas divine, delicious kismet. My most precious darling My man, my forever flowering. Yours~ Panagiota July 7, 2019 4:30pm PST

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Date: 7/8/2019 4:40:00 PM
'Vintage Romios!' Lovingly imaged; lovingly done. :) gw
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Date: 7/8/2019 11:09:00 PM
I love your phrase, Vintage Romios!-)) And such succinct comments. Panagiota
Date: 7/7/2019 11:14:00 PM
Panagiota, Too often we're left without in the world. And sometimes in total surprise. -Richard
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Date: 7/8/2019 2:36:00 AM
Did I communicate in the poem I was without? I have been in my lifetime. I have reached a precipice in my life that owning myself, including past errors and triumphs, means there is no without anymore. Just total completion and satisfaction...Panagiota
Date: 7/7/2019 11:03:00 PM
"Stunning, velvet blue butterfly, Resting on my quill filled hand, tonight" - love your metaphoric write!
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Date: 7/8/2019 2:31:00 AM
I so agree with you on the butterfly on quill filled hand. Glad you enjoyed this..thanks Panagiota
Date: 7/7/2019 9:35:00 PM
Awesome poem, Panagiota. Most endearing.
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Date: 7/8/2019 1:50:00 AM
Line, thank you. Wasn't sure where I was going with this. The poem took me, as if I were not writing it at all. Panagiota

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