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by Elisabeth Barstowe — Read all 441 poems by Elisabeth Barstowe

Saturday, November 5, 2022

Dark passion and
tender love
Floating on
clouds in heavens
above

The green-eyed can
not enter this realm
Trust me and
you shall be calm

You cannot own me
I cannot own you
All we are is what
we see through

Lens of love
or lens of jealousy
What is nurtured
will also grow

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Reviewed by John Herlihy

Reviewed on November 6, 2022

Insightful and true.

Reviewed by audrine max

Reviewed on November 5, 2022

ahh so true, what we nurture, grows. beautiful write. i love the flower picture as well.

Reviewed by Ronald Hull

Reviewed on November 5, 2022

Better yet when it is seeded by the birds or the wind. Watered by the rain and warmed by the sun. Nothing prettier or better than nature's own.

My eyes deceiving me, or do I see a little one in pink leotards going to head over heels in joy? ;-)

Ron

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