Love Letter From the Soul Lvi

L, You walk by, you stare not perfection but you're drawn to its unique flair blue shingles caressing the night time sky intrigue enters the picture and you start to see inside the sheerness the classic curtains with a touch of grey you get closer and feel a fire burning within warming up the wind there is comfort in the air and living without despair still looking you can't help but wonder the workings laid about the entry and the halls the mirrors revealing to us all water runs tepid thoughts tempt and bathe a soothing serenade there's a swing and the moon happens by you notice I notice homes are built to last the doorbell chimes I open you close the door to an ancient past
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Marcum Wong Avatar
February 14, 2020 at 6:24 PM
This poem is so romantic and intriguing. Beautifully composed TS! I hope you enjoy a wonderful Valentine's Day! xxoo
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February 14, 2020 at 8:28 PM
Thank you Connie, two event filled days with the Lady I adore
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February 13, 2020 at 10:32 PM
I see the 'potential' of a HOME and of LOVE. I make something 'less than', beautiful, all the time. LUX VITAE is ALWAYS in the home that I build. Perhaps a person who writes Soul Letters, untitled, does too. I love this poem O'Schmitty. Love it. Happy Valentines for your 14/2. Sydney, Australia. M. XX xxxxx
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February 14, 2020 at 9:03 AM
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February 14, 2020 at 6:16 AM
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February 14, 2020 at 6:12 AM
Some say Senryu, has hidden depths and treasures can be found in those depths. In it's simplicity, lie many meanings. I call bulltwang on that myth. Minimalism is a farce. The hidden words and meanings are to be discovered in the maze of words caste into the Labyrinth. Life is a never ending poem and the answers to its legends are multi dimensional and always always complex, no matter the soothsayers' wisdom in the simplistic, barren paring down of words. If I am a poem, I am not Senryu, I am the frontier of winding caverns to be lost in and with each turn a new discovery met, the lock opened and the next chamber explored.
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February 14, 2020 at 5:02 AM
Extra has a warmth to it. Wouldn't settle for less.
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February 14, 2020 at 12:28 AM
You know, I'm 'Extra'; I always take things beyond the normal...sometimes that's considered abnormal...to those who are enlightened, that might be met with the words ... 'Soul Full'. Goodnight Schmidt. Your friend, unconditionally, Lovejoy-Burton.
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February 14, 2020 at 12:16 AM
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February 13, 2020 at 11:25 PM
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February 13, 2020 at 11:08 PM
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February 13, 2020 at 11:08 PM
;) x ;)
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February 13, 2020 at 11:00 PM
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