Mister Poet 333

Poetry, Art, Kindness

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coastal

road

evening

sun

both

make

the journey

around

the world

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flames lick

not singe

but the burn still runs deep

thorough the body

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it wasn't; her style fashion or wealth

nor her wit and radiant intelligence

(although these were especially nice fyi)

it was the sharing

when we ate

and she invited me to take a bite

that she broke me

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quiet streets

and autumn glow

find the horizon

meeting for coffee

right outside

the window

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soft echoes off the chamber walls

helps warm the room with natural light

highlights creating glided edges

what feel spacious turns cozy

thanks to the validation of returning sound

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a bridge between the old and new

twilight extends each millennium

📸Akash Banerjee

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as busy as these nights can be

we still find the quiet moments

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staying late

long after

everything

is closed

only the soft

sweeping sounds

of buskers and brooms

the night feels alive

and ever so gentle

we feel the flow

of sweet market

rhythms

BSPP56 #poetry

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meeting

up for lunch

we decide

to take a walk

enjoying

the pleasure

of our company

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entering

my soft era

mornings

floating by

catching glimpses

of the flirty sun

an irresistible smile

every time

📸Katya Azimova

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summer

tales

read

to me

in Your

voice

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stars above

stars below

together

curving in time

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with everyone

in doors

the night

to ourselves

I feel the

gratitude

on her tongue

and mine

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long walks

on late nighys

under the snow

and lampposts

the chill in the air

takes a soft bite

but I feel more heat

frozen with you

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gentle

release

of petals

softens

our quiet hold

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flirting

with the

edge

she wanted

more practice

it was hard

keeping a straight face

when she

took my putter

and tapped

the ball

into a hole

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time has a way of getting away from us

yet we're not rushing

by racing the wind

holding together

these soft moments

aware if what we have

and where it all begins