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if I were a drop in the ocean you are the embrace of home - all-encompassing obliterating emptiness submerging and saving in an instant exist with me, I beg you in a vast sea of moments where true rest feels like the echo of a haunting from before time love but an afterthought an attempt to label peace let me drown with you fill my lungs with dreams kiss my forehead make me senseless revive me only if you wish it truly - only then for I couldn't bear anything other than total immersion

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Date: 5/17/2025 5:54:00 AM
Oh how wonderful it would be to experience such love, and to have a partner to appreciate it. You have breathed additional life into his painting D. Congrats on a well deserved win.
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Date: 5/21/2025 4:42:00 AM
Thank you Wen :) when we aren't all rushing around beautiful tender moments like this occur. We can't all paint them like Chagall but we can linger in them a while :)
Date: 5/16/2025 6:12:00 AM
One of my favourite paintings DD....a masterpiece by Chagall. You have complimented it with your beautiful words and a moving interpretation. Just superb....enjoyed. Paul
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Date: 5/21/2025 4:40:00 AM
The painting really does encapsulate a special feeling - so beautiful! Thank you for the praise, I'm honoured to receive a superb :)
Date: 5/14/2025 7:45:00 PM
Wow this is an awesome poem win and very well deserved . Congrats
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Date: 5/21/2025 4:38:00 AM
Thank you Andrea, I love Chagall's use of colour and thought provoking compositions x
Date: 5/14/2025 10:47:00 AM
Congrats, DD! You and I both love Chagall! I wonder who would have outbid in the day. Those colorful ones too much money today or likely in a museum!
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Date: 5/14/2025 10:56:00 AM
I'm sure they were always out of my price range. He did posters too, maybe I'd have collected those! Thank you for your comment x
Date: 5/13/2025 8:16:00 AM
This is so beautiful, exactly my mood today too and was in the mood to write romance, now when i see marc chagall paintings i always think of you as you do write on them so well! I love the softness and delicate nature of your word weaving here and how seamlessly your lines flow in such a soulful manner! Especially love the line “ let me drown with you fill my lungs with dreams kiss my forehead ” ah just love that!! This is stunning! Pleasure reading your poem today! Best wishes
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Date: 5/13/2025 1:24:00 PM
Thank you Ink, Marc's paintings are beautiful! I've seen an original too but I'd love to see his stained glass windows, such beautiful use of colour every time. Thank you for your kind words on my poem, much appreciated x
Date: 5/13/2025 5:36:00 AM
To be so totally immersed in love that if one drowns, so must the other. To what higher crest of a wave could anyone attain such a romance? None.
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Date: 5/13/2025 5:57:00 AM
In my mind drowning on dreams is more a liminal state of bliss, exited only with the plan to re-enter. Kind of surrender and return in this world or the next or indeed simultaneously... Haha I'm just remembering the guys from Choir Choir Choir (it's a participatory gig) I was at the other day talking about tantric vocalisations now and I'm off on a tangent lol. Haha, no it is core of the earth bliss surrender with no danger of death but perhaps danger of only once in a lifetime stars aligned fully immersive peace and to be revived after that to a standard day would certainly cause grumpiness lol

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