Weaving Springs Poem by Zyw Zywa
Weaving Springs
It has already been two weeks
since we wrote to each other, rejoiced
weaving springs into a poem
about love in which we mix ourselves
with the candour of a friend
and our need for being connected
You rhyme with me
into an ethereal love, we create
daisies in waving fields
with kissing gates in the hawthorn
the golden keys shine
upon our hearts
Come in and play, dance
blind man's buff, reach and touch
each other's soul
Blind man's buff (blindfold tag)is an ancient game, popular with the wealthy bourgeoisie in the 18th century, in response to the decency norm that physical contact is prohibited
Collection "Being"
Thank you so much, this beautiful poem with the lovely words so poetic art, I stll enjoy very much! 5 Stars full on Top! Thank you so much, dear Zywa2 that you composed this for me! God's Blessings
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5/16/2024 4:43:24 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Now I have clicked on the button for 5 Srars full. Last time I had forgotten to click upon the button. Brilliantly said and worded, touches my heart very much. Thank you for this most beautiful poem, dear Zywa!