We are the poets.
The ones who listen to the bones of the earth.
The ones who feel the wind,
who know the wind,
who are the wind.
The bridge to the aching quiet.
We build it
and we travel its winding path,
searching for more than what we see,
the poets.
We are the poets.
We are the song of aching life.
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This is so beautiful. Such a beautiful tribute to all those who pour out their souls in poetry… I love it! <3
Ahh. ☺️I’m so glad this resonated with you. You must be one of my kind. So lovely. 💞 xx
It was honestly so well written. Ah, might be! Tysm and I hope you have a great day/night <3
Beautiful! It’s a emotional roller coaster for writer like us who put our heart in the poems! I’m awed! Somebody could actually connect to our hardships🍁
Oh, Melissa. What a beautiful beautiful thing to say. 💞I’m so glad you found our sameness in here. So beautiful to feel we’re not alone. xxx
Poets are never alone! They have the entire vocabulary of words! N a heart full of emotions 🍁
Beautiful. Very true. 💜
Yep! I’m glad we are so many drops of poets in the ocean! Trying to figure out what we write!🍁
Aww. ☺️So many drops of poets in the ocean. I love that. xx
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Beautiful.
Thank you so much Julia. ☺️It’s wonderful to see you. I hope you’ve been well. 💞xx
I’ve been better. I had a new job, but then I lost it. I do have a boyfriend now, so that’s great.
Oh, that is nice! A new person (channel) to explore yourself and the world through is always a lovely thing. 🥰
That comes from the heart, very nice !👍😇
Aww, thank you so much. ☺️Yes, everything I wrote comes from quite a deep place. Where the magic lives. 💞xx
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