Painting by Svetlana Valueva
When she sleeps beside
Me, nights are too short, I wish
Morning would not come.
I sleep in a cocoon made
Of quietness, tenderness, love.
Cocoon
29 Friday Nov 2013
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Hortus Closus
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A short poem – the best kind there is.
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Breathtakingly beautiful poem!
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Superbe!
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Beautiful.
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I wish morning would not come… That’s great!
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Reblogged this on By the Mighty Mumford and commented:
AN ADULT PICTURE…AND I LIKE IT.
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Nice picture…and this kind of cocoon, we should stay forever…have a nice week-end, and thank you for all yous ”likes” and visit on my 2 Blogs!
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Beautiful Esther & have a wonderful weekend my friend :~} Valz ♥
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Such a romantic painting and such romantic words
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Sometime, I can be romantic. I thank you 🙂
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So very lovely!
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The warmth of a bed
When we share it with someone…
Sleeping, not sleeping.
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Reblogged this on Ekweozor Mishael and commented:
I do have a sentimental attachment to this.
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so heartfelt and beautiful
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Your poems are sooo lovely, so soft, tender, beautiful… and yet deep, strong.
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