Painting by Karol Bak
Every waking hour,
I think of her, I long to
Be in her arms.
The distance doesn’t matter,
Love can’t be extinguished.
Waking hour
05 Thursday Dec 2013
Posted in Poésie
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So True. I love the photo you added.
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UnElephant comprend et sent ton desir.
Pour lui, c’est pareil.
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I love this!!!
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Les mots sont faibles, Esther, pour te dire à quel point je goûte ta poésie, sa finesse, sa sensualité, en anglais comme en français (en allemand pour moi c’est plus dur ^^)… tu fais passer tant de choses en si peu de mots ! Alors merci ❤
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the bracelets on her ankles are so fabulous.
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Exceptionally beautiful post.jalal
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So sensitive…just a few words, yet so pwerful…and beautiful picture…have a nice Friday.
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Exquisite my sister, the blend of words and images that your heart and mind bring life to! You never disappoint!!!! Have a wonderfully blessed Friday!
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Beautiful brevity…
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I love how you always get the right photo with each poem…. x
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Beautiful, nice artwork.
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