F-Moll Poem by Liza Sud
F-Moll
I used to smile at all your words.
They are like mood's exhaling.
Flexible canvas is of gold
In the bowl of our patience.
It's like the sky - you cannot grasp the bottom.
There are cold stars of the oblivion of autumn.
What separates us - to 'He' and to 'She'?
We are like particles, an anti-gravity...
wow. each line is equally beautiful. loved the last stanza. extraordinary.
beautiful poem, well-composed. thanks for sharing. if you find time please read some of my poems and leave your comments
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5/7/2024 4:51:01 PM # 1.0.0.1119
as far as those energies, sometimes I think of it like creator and anti-creator you really can't have one without the other thanks for these wonderful ideas you share freely, bless you