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Awaking the Dormant Loves

Awaking the Dormant Loves

The poet’s heart bleeds
then melt like white snow--he can feel it!
…together with hundreds of unloved souls
oh, but how little he knows
…that love is already there
it already dwells in his heart
and will never leave him,
never from him will depart.
Ah, how marvellous would be
if his eyes could see
that love did not leave him,
it’s just sleeping with the seeds
--under the snow.

--Bernadete vdw, 25

 

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Tony Taylor

Lovely imagery dear poet sister......Always a pleasure
to glimpse the heart of a painter with words!!.....ALL STARS!!..
well done !!.......LOVE & ROCKETS!!.....T xo : )

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Bernadete van d...

…and always a pleasure to hear from a poet who paint the skies with a velvet brush. I am most pleased, Tony. 
Rockets back to you.  B 
 

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Bernadete van d...

Thank you John for your lovely words. I am glad you like it. B 

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Jac Fables

True Love is the Flower of Life. A Lovely Verse.

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MAHTAB BANGALEE

The seeds of love is the cryptic fate of the mundane life for everyone. Someone can sprout this perfectly and feel pleasure in this life. Superb loving poem penned.

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Wilford Barker

Well written Bernadete. Liked and Pinned my friend.
I do hope you are doing well.

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Marion

A beautiful and inspiring write my friend x

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