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A lost word

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By Tony herlinPublished about a year ago 1 min read
A lost word
Photo by Eliecer Gallegos on Unsplash

I fell into his tender eyes and an emotional smile.

As it rested on my eyes, but though it was lost.

To be right or wrong? That's not the question.

It is reason that is wrong, like an illusion.

Something strange has just happened.

In a subtle mixture of dream and reality.

I will never be able to tell the difference.

Without a certain amount of trust.

To see a flower blooming without ever watering it.

The wind blowing on its golden petals.

Dancing and singing in the meadow of my thoughts.

A burst of light that has just set.

One day it won't matter anymore.

To feel on my hand this soft and beautiful flower.

Its intoxicating perfume which makes the head turn.

I will put it on my heart while waiting for an angel.


About the Creator

Tony herlin

A dreamer who neither speaks nor writes English, a difficult but highly instructive exercise. (Please accept my apologies for any inconvenience caused).

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