The artist November 29, 2015April 20, 2020 by Chevvy, posted in Poetry Magic in the love dance, yet his art could not grasp her soft swells, her breath’s heat – against his lips. AdvertisementShare this:TwitterFacebookLike this:Like Loading... Related
Thank you very much and for taking the time to visit my blog. I was reminded of Ode to Grecian Urn, where the moment is trapped in art as are the feel of human emotions in this poem. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂 LikeLike Reply
Wow very beautiful!
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Thank you my dear:-)
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lovely
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enjoyed your cinquain – very poignant
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Thank you very much and for taking the time to visit my blog. I was reminded of Ode to Grecian Urn, where the moment is trapped in art as are the feel of human emotions in this poem. Glad you enjoyed it 🙂
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