She was a cold flame with a warm heart, she was a stained image within a piece of art
She was beautifully wrong and a bit sane, she was a rough pillow and a cozy chain
She was a wingless bird with a free spirit, she was a sleepless dream with no merit
She was a busy mind with a lazy tongue, she was a breathless soul with a healthy lung
She was a mistaken notion found to be right, she was a picnic on a rainy night
She was a saint who never kneeled, she was a fisherman who never sailed
Written by: Marouan Elmail
Photo by: Sebastian Gabriel
Loove it 😍
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thaank youu :’)
LikeLike
Lovely. 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank youuu 😁
LikeLiked by 1 person
Pleasure. 😀
LikeLiked by 1 person
Beautiful poem!!
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thaank you 😁
LikeLike
Beautiful😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thaankss ❤
LikeLike
‘A saint who never kneeled, a fisherman who never sailed’ Powerful image.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you Dermott 😄
LikeLike
I had to read it out loud (it was worthy!). 😌
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you, thar’s so nice of u x’)
LikeLiked by 1 person
Hooray to mutual follows amongst new friends 😊
LikeLiked by 1 person
Haha yeess, I already like your spirit 😄
LikeLiked by 2 people
beautiful composition
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you ♥
LikeLike
Well done.
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank youu ♥
LikeLike
Fascinating poem showing the opposites in every stanza.
miriam
LikeLiked by 1 person
Thank you ♥
LikeLiked by 1 person