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Nimlre Apr 2018
The lucky ones
do not float through life
on a peaceful meandering stream;
they round a bend
encounter their soulmate
and with precarious grip
crash & tumble
in breathtaking adventure
within raging rapids
they never knew
existed.
Nimlre Apr 2018
Every thing
she is
every thing
she does
every thing
of her soul
is my every
thing.
Nimlre Apr 2018
To stare at her
to take
her hand
her eyes
her thoughts
her kiss
her love
her spirit
her soul
to drown
in the depths
of love’s rush
released;
I have no desire
to regain
the surface.
Nimlre Apr 2018
He did not
fall in love
with her
he leapt breathlessly
plummeting to infinity
into her soul.
Nimlre Apr 2018
Her kiss
as butterfly’s wing
and more weight
than he
could fathom.

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