I have disappeared like a drop of vinegar in ocean of honey .
My smiled has reappeared, submerged in a garden of crimson red roses .
Thorns are drenched, and stems are thick, like the love of virgin Mary’s newborn.
My leg crossed, and I will wait till dusk, for you to return home, our lips and lust.
Do not forget the water that will wash off dirt, yesterday’s ugly and tomorrow’s hurt.
Now rest your head and close your eyes, allow your dreams to sink in beautiful lies.
@ bittersweet diary 
Thank you so much for beautiful compliment here, no I’m not poet , I just wrote down the weird thoughts floating on my mind 😊
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Wow, are you a poet? This piece is really beautiful.
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Stunning imagery.
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Beautiful!
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Now rest your head and close your eyes,
allow your dreams to sink in beautiful lies.
You can also dream about all that’s true
You are a poet that’s my point of view
You have the feel of poetic passion
It’s in your words, heartfelt compassion
Each word a little bit of you exposed
Come on, poetry you must compose
Ugly dirt, yes water can wash clean
Tomorrows hurt that’s in your dream.
You no longer have the need to aspire
Your poetry inspires, sets hearts afire
BTW thanks for the follow! 🙂
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Absolutely fabulous lines ❤️
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Beautiful!
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I love this❤️
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If you just wrote this as it came out of your head, dear, you are a poet. It’s very good.
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Ana, you write so beautifully.
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Thanks for taking time away from your writing to visit my blog!
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