i inhabit the dance of bears on moonless nights
the moves of acrobats in crowded circuses
the fairy-tales of your childhood
the memories of your past loves
the cavalcade of soldiers
who fight forgotten wars
i breathe the sound of flute played by the satyr Pan
the scents of lonely islands where philosophers write
the swirls of ballerinas in mid-air
the mangoes which in nights of love i bite
bathed in rose oil and coriander
lost in the anarchy of flesh
i am a woman
and for me
the nights of passion
are still fresh
@short-prose-fiction
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awesome
Thank you!
I have no words to describe the beauty of this poetry, Im like woooow and speechless after reading this. You are on the next level. I should thank you for sharing this.
You are so kind to me, my dear fried! Thank you from the bottom of my heart for the high praise!
Oh you totally deserve it my friend.
Ay… Thank you so much 🙂
I wish I had some beautiful lyrics like this for my music, and someone to sing with me and for me all day, on my happy 420 land.
who writes, I missed this 🙂
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You can do the music. You are so talented! I Can’t drink a 420 🙂 but I may take a virgin Greek sangria. I had one yesterday. It’s great 🙂
no no my friend, we don’t drink 420 lol, I have never tried sangria. would love try it someday.
Don’t try Greek sangria 🙂 Try the Spanish one. I don’t even know how they came up with a Greek sangria. Never heard about before yesterday.
I have heard of so many different types of sangrias. One of my former work involved dealing with all those different drinks.
So …ready for a sangria party! Lol kidding!
Ops 🙂
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You are awesome , G. How do you do it. Totally adorable. A man would lay down at your feet and if he didn’t he is a fool.
Aw… my dearest Y, The Queen of Poetry and my soul sister. I am so glad you enjoyed the poem and so grateful for your words!
🙂😘 dear sis. Stay strong.
Thank you! I have to. Blessings and love to you my dear Y. 🌷🌺🌸
And to you too. 💖
What a beautiful portray of women. Loved it
Thank you so much my dear friend!
My pleasure always
Inspired poem
written by a man
in the night
when the stars of the bear
conceal continents
I the ancient god Pan
I pursue Echo nymph
and playing the old syrinx
I dream of our daughter Yamb
and I stopping for a moment at Marathon
(to give to the joy of the Athenians,
that the Persians are defeated and return
somewhere far in the deserts )
I go back to Arcadia forever,
where as crystalline air
dancing my unforgettable
the color changes to my eyes
then
Arcadia is alive!
Oh, what a beautiful poem, dear B! Thank you for sending it. What can I say? I cannot matched it. I am a women😊😊😊
ah, dear G! Thank you for reading, my refiection. NB man’s refiection of a magical poem written by a woman. Comparisons may be thrown of literary critics.
Delighted by your words 😊
Ah, I apologize very much for my inclusion, but the topic is very interesting.
I think that, according to the European legislation, “Only sangria made in Spain and Portugal is allowed to be sold as” sangria “in Europe, and sangria made elsewhere must be labeled as such (eg German sangria or Swedish sangria)
This legislation, however, does not apply to non-European countries.
Haha! The endless regulations and directives of the European Union. I should say the European Commission. According to them only the Greeks can use the label “feta cheese”😊 I know others who make great feta. But politics is politics.
Haha yes! Policies and endless directives! You are extremely aware of the Feta problem. Maybe you are keeping a goat in prairies? Just kidding!
Now we are expecting a very interesting registration of honey, which is not just done by bees. It’s interesting what the politicians will say.
I do not have a 🐐. I’ll buy one when I’ll move to Greece. 😊One of my dreams. Can’t wait to see what the Eurocrats come up with next. They should be aware that 🐝 sting. Well, sometimes😊
beautiful poem! makes you want to comment to say so…
Thank you kindly!
Good morning (although it is afternoon in this time zone). An amazing portrait of a special woman. A woman who is everything and everything is her. I so agree your friend yassy’s assessment, a man would be a damn fool. This was a gorgeous and quite inspiring write from a wonderful muse. Oh, I prefer Spanish sangria. In fact, I had some last night.
Ayyy…Good morning! It’s noon here too. Thank you so much for your wonderful comment. You make me blush!!!! I am going for Spanish sangria tonight. I am envious. A splendid day to one of my dearest friends!!!!
I have no doubt your blushing cheeks would inspire beautiful poetry.
You make me smile. You are so sweet! I am not leaving anywhere today😊
Well, if you are not going out, that is a tragedy for all the men who can’t set their eyes upon you.
Enjoy your sangria. I hope you day is as gorgeous as your poetry.
Drew, I am flattered! Thank you! Looking forward to your post tomorrow. Enjoy your afternoon!
Smiling. Thanks.
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Mmm gorgeous sensory imagery! Love this.
Thank you sooo much! 💐
You are welcome dear. ☺️
This is just the prettiest thing I’ve read all day. 😉
Thank you kindly! I am delighted that you liked it!
You’re welcome 😉
🙂
Good -“i am woman and for me the night of passion is still fresh”, most inspiring lines a portrait of the woman.wonderful my dear soul!!
Thank you so much, my dear friend 🌸🌹🌷
Most welcome,dear friend!!
❤🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹🌹💐💐💐💐💐