The flow less body of mine,
Tighten for years,
Can’t dance,
In any music.
Come to me,
Make me water
So that the flow
With the flow of you
Will be possible.
But isn’t flowing water
Can disappear in land?
So it’s not enough.
Oh my grand river of love!
Do more with me!
Please! Oh grand River.
Give me your love
Give me your path.
Make me you.
A small ridge I am
Can disappear any moment.
Make me grand as you.
Oh my holy River
Lead me to the sea
Of whom you contains water.
…
Please oh my beauty
Be my choreographer.
So the flow of you
Could flow inside me
And the dance
Without any move
Could flow inside.
With love
The Wizard.
I want to be a choreographer 🖤
Lovely piece to read onnn early morning of winter ☺️
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I am glad Wizard
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Flawless
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Lovely
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Beautifully penned. Loved the way you organised the pictures so aptly.
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Thank you …
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Most welcome
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Actually I wrote a poem ‘not always ‘ and I believe that poem is honestly what I believe…
So when someone praise me I feel a bit different…
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I feel as if I am not the one who deserves that
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That’s your modesty
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