I feel terribly wrong saying that but for me it's so sweet. In a dark way but still...

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Sorry for my English, I'm not a native speaker

I think there are many ways in it.
So forgive me, if I do not exactly touch yours with my words. Poems where there is space for thinking are the better ones.
There comes the time when that crime is forgiven, like every crime once is forgiven by one.
This world is ruled by love. You have it, and are happy; you don't have it and are unhappy. It's a strong force, affecting ones's life since the moment you get aware of what you lack or have.
Maybe the way out is to see it as something else than punishment or a crime. It can be the saviour too.
It can kill you, and it can give you life.

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Become the one you are.

It seems like a little sad, and if you ask me a little like drowning. Very nice though, like transmitting feelings, don't know.

Wonderful poem, I've felt that way before Very vivid! Good job!

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It's enchanting, reading someone who is usually silent about personal journeys to be so poetically voluble. Hmm...what you call 'mad handwriting' I call raw grace. To have typed these brave words, would have indeed been criminal. It would have been as if Monet used digital. It is telling that you use religious images in the over tones. Have you committed a selfless holy act? Killing the passionate part of yourself for the good of another? Will you continue your journey carrying that weighty cross, with it's unforgiving, unrelenting, and unabating painful splinters? Perhaps M will bring you an Advent wreath and lay it at your cross. Crying there, suffering, feeling that they are in fact, crucified. Love is a great prize to lose, Bef. This poem of yours is a strange miracle. It should be set to music.

Crucifixion by love is a flawed thing, I think. The divine spirit is based upon this idea of sacrificing so that others may live. The spirit informs everything. The spirit is not inferior to love. It IS love.

I hope you do more poetry. Your words have great worth.

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the barefoot river lad

That's how I felt waaaaay back when I wrote it. _{And other bitter chocolate poems}

Thanks for reading ♥

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It is all, yes. No more, and more importantly, no less.

Danke for reading, mein freund. ♥

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Yes it feels a little bit like drowning...

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Cheers

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