Drooping, a wing, the corners of a mouth
A face, a heart, a pair of wings again
Drooping –
A second life –
All alone. What does this mean? It means
Nobody has ever grasped.
You see the flower at dusk
Which you saw at dawn
The flower recognises you and opens up to you
But you pass it by
You have gone blind
You have walled yourself in
In that moment in which
You lost your
Insight…
By and by, you learn again
To see
The same flower of always
Waiting beside your heart,
I leap.
– Che Chidi Chukwumerije.
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Gorgeous
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Merci… 🙂
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Leap away! I love it:)
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🙂 🙂 Thank you!
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Your writing is outstanding!
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Thank you, Deana… always.
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Lieber Aka,
genauso wie du in meinen Worten,
die Wege zu den innersten Werten findest,
finde ich sie in den Deinen!
Bloss ich brauche aufgrund meiner
mittelmäßigen Englischkenntnisse,
noch bei manchen Deiner Worte einen Übersetzer! 😉
Aber die große Intention aus Deinen Gedichten
erreicht mich immer! 😀
LG
Michael
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Vielen Dank, Michael!
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You inspire my heart to write again. Thank you
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You’re welcome, Ebun. Write away. Each of us is a writer at heart.
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