I’m drifting into this: #poetry purely ❤❤🙏
Beyond the terrace
I pace barefoot through
the garden past the blurred
flowers that bend their petals
as though they know me.
Brilliant in the starlight
the old tree stands apart
as if having outgrown the
rest it needs space.
It sighs to the song of a breeze
limbs reaching to the sky.
I wonder if it has eyes
to hold such history.
I feel it is friends
with the moon
I hear them laughing at us.
lampmagician 
Thsnk you ♥️
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Great poems 🙏❤❤❤😘
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Thank you 😊♥️
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Do you write with a picture in mind, or do you find one to match what you’ve written?
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A nice question but I think you might ask the writer( House of Heart) and not me 🙂❤🙏
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Oh I thought the Lamp magician wrote this
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Thank you, very inspiring 😊🙏❤❤
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