Sometimes I imagine you here,
hovering like wreathed mist,
or a cold breath against the sky,
and I imagine you are happy:
for me, for you, for us
and the people we have become
without one another,
the lovers we have made
for others who will always love us
far better than we ever loved each other.
Poem: © Kristiana Reed 2019
Available internationally
Very Sweet!
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Thank you ☺️
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Excellent!! 🙂
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Thank you!
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You are most welcome. I do really like your more poignant poetry!
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You are too kind!
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I love the feeling — and the maturity — of this.
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Aw thank you so much, B ♥️
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You are welcome! There was such serenity in this piece!
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♥️♥️🙄
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No need for the 🙄 face haha!
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