Echoes – IV


Pablo Picasso – The dream

i allowed myself to cry
but just for a limited time.

in the end i forgive
i forget…

you’re not even an echo
from my distant past.

(i’m as bold as new!)

11 thoughts on “Echoes – IV

  1. Yay!! See, Nanda? You are special! I’m no poet, but I know special! ♥

    I wonder if anyone out there feels Pablo’s hands this way… divided in myself… enraptured, waiting for the humiliation when discovery becomes public… or if it’s just art.

    • You always make my days better with your comments, Annie! Seriously! 😉
      Pablo’s hands… i think that’s a poem to be! 😀 I think he is amazing… no way it’s “just” art. it’s something else… something beyond…
      ps: you are special! ❤

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