if I found you,
I’d
whisk
you
away to
blue midnights
and
orange
sunsets
my lover,
my life–
if
you found
me
where
would
you
take me?
my lover, my life . . .
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if I found you,
I’d
whisk
you
away to
blue midnights
and
orange
sunsets
my lover,
my life–
if
you found
me
where
would
you
take me?
Comments are closed.
A Cornered Gurl 
This poem has taken me to heaven! Mesmerizing😍😍
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Aww, thank you!
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Welcome madame😍
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Hopefully somewhere you deserve, Tre. Somewhere beautiful.
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Oh, I’m patient. Just get lonely sometimes. Thank you for reading, Lisa!
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You are human, after all. Be kind to yourself.
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I will. 💙
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“Blue midnights and orange sunsets” make me think of the midnight sun at the North Pole, when the sun never dips below the horizon.
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Ahh. I bet that’s beautiful.
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It’s lovely and strange, as if the sun has forgotten where it’s supposed to go.
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This one hit me square in my muse, but it’s too late for me to write!
I’ll come back and read again tomorrow after my chores are done. This is lovely, trE.
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Aww, thank you, Barry! You take your time. Happy Monday!
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❤
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